Time

Time short poem

Time can drag
pass in a flash
or indeed, stand still.
I wish it would
meander to-day and
for a few more tomorrows yet,
as I can’t keep up these days
with all the changing ways.

I don’t breast feed
in the coffee shop.
Nor have a phone
to flatten my ear.
My fingers are too
arthritic to converse
and text all day.

Oh yes I push the
shopping trolley across
the busy road, sticking
two fingers up, to speeding
cars to help them on their way.

good job my hearing’s gone,
so I can not hear
the angry peeping horns.

But! I can still smell the roses
sitting here on the farmer’s fence
sipping slow gin slowly, and using
two fingers at cows passing my way.

at least my fate is better than theirs,
for now
at any rate.

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I love writing and reading poems, not so much the classics these days but knew fresh stuff I find that exciting. New styles and new ideas. Some people paint, or write books or do crafts to get the inside out, me I do poetry and read the inside of folk I love to write fun and nature poems the best though.
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Darren Scanlon
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Time ticks by relentlessly for us all, Johanna. I often stick two fingers up at time itself!

Another great piece, my friend…keep them coming please.

D.

ammu sachariah
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I enjoyed reading your poem .

Savi Mani
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Dear J.rid loved reading your poem, the two fingers when hold as V is also sign of victory, of having lived of having faced the life and still continuing to face, life is a challenge for all of us but indeed a journey worth taking…..its a race against time……….wonderful poem

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