Years come and go
… suggesting what’s ahead.
Years come and go, suggesting what’s ahead,
hinting at what’s possible, marking time,
setting records, and burying the dead.
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Years come and go, leaving things unsaid,
waiting on a breakthrough, reasoning a rhyme,
holding up a virtue, and taking things as read.
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Years come and go, refining the unbred,
squeezing every freshness out of lime,
building monuments, and baking daily bread.
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Years come and go, turning crimson into red,
planting gardens of sage, rosemary and thyme,
harvesting a season, and feeding the unfed.
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Years come and go, leaving us in dread
of modern savages and the ravages of time.
Years come and go, feathering our bed
with love and laughter, and hopefulness sublime.
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© Tim Grace, 29 December 2023
About the Creator
Tim Grace
A first impression has a lasting effect - it makes a notable difference. In a subtle way that’s who I am as a poet. A ‘first impression’ looking for the gentle ‘twist’ that draws attention to a novel observation.
Comments (2)
I especially loved the repetition that you had going! Well done with this poem!
I like the use of the line years come and go, it feels like waves crashing against the sand.