Days amble by <br />From childhood to youth <br />Songbirds seldom heard <br />Sunrise rarely welcomed <br />In our haste to be <br />We cast away days <br />Long into the night <br />We reach for this <br />And stretch for that… <br />make our mark <br />don’t look back <br />Time on demand <br />We write our name <br />Upon the sand <br />At waters edge <br />longing for the sea <br />to sweep away the mark <br />another day to be <br /> <br />The ticking of a clock <br />Unnoticed speeds away <br />A thousand days <br />And fifty years <br />Overflow the Golden bowl <br />We reach for this <br />And stretch for that… <br />To make our mark <br />We don’t look back <br />And then one day we find <br />On the far side of our world <br />An unfamiliar face in the mirror <br />for the years have gone, <br />spent, never to return <br />decades have sailed away <br />Our windows they grow faint <br />Days unfold before the dawn <br /> Swiftly greeted and there gone <br /> <br />Abruptly we find fewer years <br />In front than there are Behind <br /> Sound from the street <br />Fades to a whisper <br />Awake before the songbird now <br />And shorter nights remind us <br />the days before the silver <br />chord is severed… grow short <br />yet the moon will rise <br />and the sun will set <br />somewhere in time <br />we long forget <br />where smiles lift the heart <br />once more days of youth await, and if <br />ill spent they return in dreams <br />memories sweet… memories spoken <br />fear not the shadows of the night <br />before the golden bowl was broken <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />A.R.Wait<br /><br />Adrian Wait<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/before-the-golden-bowl-was-broken/
