Time

Time

A Poem by BlackRomeo
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Don't let things become undone by time.

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Time is ruthless, it eats away at our youth,

We were young once, free from troubles,

We didn't care about society's problems.

All we cared for was if Mary was still grounded,

“Is Jack coming out?”... “No?”... “Okay”

Whether mum had brought candy home from shopping.

When we had to be home.

Those sort of things where all that mattered.



Now we sit in our dark homes thinking about where those times went,

Mary doesn’t want to come out anymore, Jack doesn’t give a s**t about us anymore.

Things have fallen apart, or maybe they just became undone by time?

They say new friendships come, but i don’t want new,

call me selfish but i just want to sit by the lake and see who can skip rocks the furthest.

I want to race Mary to the swings,

I want to ride my bike without having to have a destination or purpose for it.



It was all good until time caught up or more like until time started.

The clocks never ticked like this before. i know trust me,

I stared at them countless of times as a child,

“When's mum coming home from work?” “2 more minutes” “When's lunch break?” “When does school end?” “When is it time to be home?”

Now i'm clueless, i didn't know when Mary would disappear, i didn't know when Jack was going to stop caring about us.



Time melted right through my life,

it came and it simply undid life as i knew,

They try to tell me i have to care.

They say i need to pay attention, i need to grow up.

Yet i don’t, you don't need to ‘grow up’ to function.

at 30 years of age we can still race to the swings.

We can still skip rocks across the lake.

We can still ride our bikes without destination.

We can get Mary to come out if we really try.

We ran redo the seams time undid.



In all due time.

© 2015 BlackRomeo


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You can do these things when you're 50 too. 30's pretty young.

You don't sound like a big fan of entropy.

There's a mistake on the last line of the first stanza
"where" should probably be "were"
But... because this poem is all about time you could make the argument you're talking about time as the 4th dimension so purposely describing it spacely and that "where" belonged there the whole time.... kinda

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You can do these things when you're 50 too. 30's pretty young.

You don't sound like a big fan of entropy.

There's a mistake on the last line of the first stanza
"where" should probably be "were"
But... because this poem is all about time you could make the argument you're talking about time as the 4th dimension so purposely describing it spacely and that "where" belonged there the whole time.... kinda

Posted 4 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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BlackRomeo
BlackRomeo

Berlin , Brandenburg , Germany



About
The name is Romeo, this profile is a collection of all of my thoughts in poetic form. When I write i like to focus on exactly how I feel at that time and turn that feeling into words, and those word.. more..

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