This is a poem about time, that I wrote when I was 15, so this poem is 30 years old.

Category: Writers Block

Post 1 by wonderwoman (I've now got the silver prolific poster award! wahoo!) on Sunday, 24-Oct-2004 22:25:51

Post 2 by wonderwoman (I've now got the silver prolific poster award! wahoo!) on Sunday, 24-Oct-2004 22:30:50

Oops, something wrong, so I'm posting this again, or at least trying to.

Time of change, a poem.
Gone are the days of children's laughter,
Gone are the childhood days.
Time shall come and time shall go, and womanhood doth begin.
Thy bond between childhood and younger days are broken.
as time doth slowly creep.
Gone are the young days,
gone are all child's play.
Gone are those days of which time has stolen.
There is but one thing that time will let thee have,
Memories are thine own to keep, as time doth slowly creep.
Days whiz past you and time speeds past
Gone are thy days of young childhood,
and womanhood doth begin.
There is not one day, minute or hour that time will save for thee,
There is not one second that time will not steal.

Post 3 by Goblin (I have proven to myself and the world that I need mental help) on Monday, 25-Oct-2004 13:31:42

Hmm it seems as if the child is ready for this change but also resigned to it
good work.Smile

Post 4 by _rory_ (predictable kryptic) on Monday, 25-Oct-2004 14:35:41

Good job, wonderwoman. I really like this poem. Keep up the good work!

Post 5 by wonderwoman (I've now got the silver prolific poster award! wahoo!) on Monday, 25-Oct-2004 16:06:07

thanks Goblin and Acosha. Well, getting older is something we all have to resign ourselves to, look at the alternative, smiles.

Post 6 by wonderwoman (I've now got the silver prolific poster award! wahoo!) on Monday, 25-Oct-2004 16:07:31

thanks Goblin and Acosha. Well, getting older is something we all have to resign ourselves to, look at the alternative, smiles.