In Time
Such a valuable commodity, not always spent wisely.
Once the first falls, the tickity-tock has begun
There is no stopping the hands pressing you on
Children laughing and joyful as they learn to run
Hear the music behind the great song
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Water's sweet nectar feeds the next everything
Stand beneath it, does it not your soul cleanse
Wash away the dirt of all past slights you've been thinking
Growth and renewal with all things you make amends
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The second and third have fallen, and things they do run short
And your face feels the warmth of a new day sun
All that trouble and pain, things that you did court
Different can today be, if you start new once it's begun
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Tickity, Tockity, there's a feeling of glee that escapes you
Hunting around for what you have not yet seen with your eyes
Waste not the chances and know the rule of two
Travel not the wrong paths, embracing not the attractive in disguise
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For we have not a way to replenish as they fall so fast
Not so disposable as when it all starts out
Fearing the falling of the next to the last
Did you not do your best with learning what it's all about
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Remember the songs of summer and all that they did bring
A life with one leg in today and another long in the past
One cannot live as if yesterday can still sing
Never knowing what's important in a world of things that won't last
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To be halfway there and appreciate what you've now got
Feeling the pangs of time escaping your grasp
Hands erupting from beneath, their touch more than hot
Closer than you thought to the reality your time has past
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Feel that sense of resolve to live above the rest of those undaunted
A breath of the sweet nectar that is the chances of each inhale
A struggle to unleash yourself from all things of which you feel haunted
Forgiving that you weren't not the righteous one but did try not to fail
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A silent moment with a shoulder for which to let a head rest
The sensation of holding another's hand as they share a sunset
Tickity, Tockity, more have fallen as you start feeling your best
Leave not anything undone for which you'll carry regret
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In time, it comes to all
An end beauty and the magic gained from clear eyes
Before things can be reborn, they must see the winter, but first the fall
It's winter that comes for all, after that last sand, and someone dies
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After all the battles and all the wars are done
Such struggle of epic proportions, only remembered by what did matter
In time, you must leave behind memories for others sitting in the sun
And if you spent the sands wisely, be a part of their chatter
About the Creator
Jason Ray Morton
Writing has become more important as I live with cancer. It's a therapy, it's an escape, and it's a way to do something lasting that hopefully leaves an impression.
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Comments (5)
The past does continue to sing, so long as someone remembers. And then even beyond, for a life well lived continues to sing even when its original author is lost to our remembrance. Though names be forgot, let the song continue to be sung & join in, determined as always to add an even better verse to it.
This makes me smile when I think about “songs of summer.” Great 😊 job!
Beautifully poignant, Jason. So meaningfully written.
I don't think I have read a more beautiful description of time....fact!
Very good work, congrats 👏