The clock keeps on ticking <br />and we fill the night with our loud <br />snoring; wanting peace and rest, <br />dreaming paradise in a far away land. <br />And suddenly we realize <br />that time is lost and gone. <br /> <br />Tsunamis and super typhoons <br />tornados, floods and cyclones <br />pound our shelters and treasures; <br />burying memories of our childhood <br />and even our loved ones, and here <br />we drown ourselves by deep regrets <br />that we cannot keep them alive. <br /> <br />Time comes and goes by <br />Minutes and hours we cannot add <br />They continue to run whether we live or die. <br />Nature's fury banks our doors <br />like thieves in the nights <br />We build and rebuild, collect and hide <br />all the treasures we can touch and hold on <br />But at a wink of an eye, they too <br />can slip away from our fragile hands. <br /> <br />Keep on regretting <br />if regretting you must, <br />But never forget to look ahead <br />for days with warm sunshine <br />because surely they will come. <br /> <br />___________ <br />response to the title challenge of Alan Brown.<br /><br />Elizabeth Padillo Olesen<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/we-live-in-times-of-deep-regrets/
