#WritcoPoemPrompt6
The river that flows down the hill,
Is never able to be a moment still,
The rocks and pebbles at it's edge,
Lie as steady as the dead.

So is our time that passes by every day,
Leaving us behind full of regrets,
The works and duties at their deadline,
Sounds like a knell ringing aloud.

The opportunity missed today,
Never repeats tomorrow,
The time gone today,
Never comes tomorrow.

The door of today is closed forever,
The dream of tomorrow is shattered whatsoever,
The memory of yesterday bites you like an adder,
Teaching you to value time hereafter..




© Susan Rout