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Monday, January 23, 2012


The clock ticks
Even as we sleep
Time can’t be kept
It can’t hear us weep
We are all doing time

It’s more than a sentence
More like serving paragraphs
Inside chapters
To a world we’ll
Eventually leave behind
Sometimes I wonder
Will I be worth history?
And then I remember
When I almost was…
Except I would have left
No page to turn
Wouldn’t even have made
Much of an ash if it burned

Then all the tomorrows
I couldn’t afford, but still borrowed…
When it’s really my time
I hope I’ll have paid it all back
Because the gold I was bestowed
Each morning
 and the smiles throughout the day
 made the midnight struggles
slip away
and they still do

and there goes the part where I try not to cry

I’m still here with time
And an open suitcase
Full of reasons to be unpacked.
The clock can keep ticking
the moments can leave
I think I'll stay


  1. I'm glad you're staying. You are definitely worth history. Your written words will live always. You are so special and so loved.♥

  2. You are SO worth history. I'm amazed at the breadth of your reach. Everyone who knows you, loves you. I love you and I'm blessed that you're a forever part of my story.

  3. Interesting. Yes. Stay. Thanks for stopping by.


  4. Loved your poem. Very thought-provoking.

  5. Please Stay ♥ You are meant for this time! Your words here really struck a chord with me. I've read this three times--I'm going to read it again.

    Cheers, Jenn

  6. Fabulous poem... You have a gift for this poetry.

  7. I'm still here with time...beautiful

  8. Lovely piece. I like the idea of the suitcase with adventures yet to be unpacked and taking the time to explore them.

  9. Great poem, that last stanza really packs a punch. Not to mention, your blog name totally rocks.

  10. ME 2!! lol great poem awesome cook and writer too! :0) still have some of your recipes shared on MS! lol small world


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