Time moves fast, it waits for no one (Poem)
Hindsight mourned my life of yesterday, Tears meandered like streams through dark, lonely valleys, Time's faithful hands, years behind me, Oh, how time flies, Wishful thinking of all that could have been, Time lingers no more, Hindsight scourged my life of yesterday, Forgetting not a wasted moment, Or the opportunities I've slighted along the way, Procrastination has gotten the best of me, They say better late than never, But late is sometimes too late, Tomorrow's never a promise for us to keep, Time waits for no one. Annette Kinglock-Murray © 2022 All Rights Reserved Read more poems: Sometimes I play the fool