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Quick Silver

Quick silver
Can not out run
The nimble hands
Of time

The mirror never lies
It is my mind
That projects images
Through tired eyes

Reality
Is the mother of truth
From this point of view
I can never hide.

What have I gained
When youth has waned
Has wisdom entered
This cobwebbed brain

The days of molasses
Have gone away
Now life passes
Like the pouring rain

I've learned
In my middle age
To savor the moment
Like a decadent cake

The strength of youth
Does not compare
To the pleasure
Of simple awareness

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Comments

Did you mean to say nimble in the first verse, i've never heard of the nibble hands of time. But this does not mean it does not exist, or can't be created. This is a very clever and enlightning peice of poetry and so truthful. Nice work. Regards Roscoe...

Roscoe Llane,

Religion will rip your faith off, and return
for the mask of disbelief that's left.

you are correct, I have a problem with run away fingers and not proof reading things carefully.
Thanks for thr read and your generous comment.

Eddie

LIFE ISN'T ABOUT WAITING FOR THE STORM TO PASS
IT'S ABOUT LEARNING HOW TO DANCE IN THE RAIN.
VIVIAN GREENE

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i compose
and
folks the script with errors
to the garbage bin dispose...
i go collect and see the draft
and
they help me to recompose

HAPPY NEW YEAR FRIEND ...2012
IS NOT THE END..

loved

the same to you!!

Eddie

LIFE ISN'T ABOUT WAITING FOR THE STORM TO PASS
IT'S ABOUT LEARNING HOW TO DANCE IN THE RAIN.
VIVIAN GREENE

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