Just as time passes
So to do nature’s seasons
Winter comes calling
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Just as time passes
So to do nature’s seasons
Winter comes calling
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Another year down
Yet I feel no different
Celebrating birth
A half century plus one
Seems like just another day
.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Ravaged by the years
Bodies surrender to time
Winter of our lives
~~ Dominic R. DIFrancesco ~~
The passage of time
Only man feels its effects
Because he watches
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Calendar threshold
I crossed once again
Am I different
I feel as I did before
The same reflection
It is just a line
Drawn of thin air not of sand
A measure of man
That we’re told we must live by
I think that I shall rebel
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Secondhand whispers
Softly, rhythmically droning
Fleeting in countdown
Too busy–we wish them gone
That is until the drone stops
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
A hummingbird’s wings
Fast as the fleeting moment
Never to return
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Traveling through time
Looking for the dimension
That I can call mine
A soul from an era gone
Lost in the present tedium
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Each tick of the clock
Signifies a new “present”
No past, no future
There is only this moment
Why not make the most of it
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Another month has passed, scurrying out the door,
Rushing in tomorrow like a fire sale at the store.
What does the new offer you that the old one could not,
Nothing I can think of unless there’s something I forgot.
We wish our lives away for what we think is something better,
Until our time runs out wishing we hadn’t treated it as a fetter.
Perhaps slowing down and enjoying all that we’ve been given,
Would be a better way to appreciate this life that we’re living.
Instead of treating “now” as a prison to escape,
Because it isn’t something we can plan, design or shape.
We should wrap it in our arms holding on oh so tight,
Cherishing every moment with all our will, stamina and might.
Knowing the next second will be as precious as the past,
For the very next second may be the one that is our last.
So treasure this latest present no matter how good or how bad,
Because this one is far greater than many others may have had.
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~