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Writer's pictureMartin Pickard

Waiting

Updated: Oct 11

He’s been spending his day keeping out of the way, just watching the clouds roll by

Taking his time, wasting his prime, alone with the wind and the sky

Sat there on the stair and watching the door

His head in the air but his feet on the floor

And the minutes go fast and the hours don’t last and another day passed

 

He’s still here in the hall with the clock on the wall while the hands go around

Feeling the peace with a sigh of release in a world where there isn’t a sound

There’s no need to move and there’s no need to stand

This day isn’t going the way that he planned

But the minutes go fast while the hours don’t last and another day passed

 

When you tell yourself a story but you don’t know how it ends

And your memories are peopled with your family and friends

There are markings on the calendar nobody comprehends

And Father Time is somebody on whom you can depend

 

His heart is beating stronger, the shadows grow longer and the light starts to fade

And the house is so silent despite his defiance. He’s never afraid

The clouds will make way for the stars of the night

And his old friend the moon will make everything right

And the minutes go fast while the hours don’t last and another day passed

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 a very pleasant read

It’s true, time does pass quicker the older we get,

time gets us all in the end

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Thought it was about a dog at first, don't know why. Then it became what we all have to face , Father Time. When life, through necessity, slows down ,each day passes slowly but time has gone fast. Thanks Martin It reminded me to enjoy each day as best I can

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It might be a dog, or a memory, or a metaphor. I'm waiting to find out

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A beautiful piece of writing, love how the gentle rhythm and repetition reflects the passing of time as well as the description of what he is thinking and doing.

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Thank you

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As rhythmic as the clock... a lovely picture of time and patience...

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Thank you Stephen

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