Holding Back the Hands of Time
Time keeps moving, fast and free,
I wish I could slow it down, you see.
Each moment slips and fades away,
Like the sun at the end of the day.
The years go by, they never wait,
But still, I hope to change their fate.
If I could hold back just a while,
I’d keep the good and make it last a mile.
Though time moves on, it cannot stay,
I’ll cherish now, and find my way.
For even if the hours fly,
I’ll hold their memories, of you and I.
About the Creator
Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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Comments (2)
These could be words to live by. Good job.
that is so utterly beautiful. thank you for sharing.