Time Poetry

Time is fleeting
A memory leaving
You are left wondering
Where was it going
Time flies fast
Moments never last
Memories like a cast
In the mind a blast
Until the cast brakes
The memories are fake
Time never comes back
Time there is a lack
Your time has finished
Memories are destroyed
Life is complicated
New life, new memories replicated
It is the circle of things
For one the death toll rings
For another life springs
It’s a mystery what time brings


Everything Can Change in a Second

What can happen in a second?

  • A baby can take their first breath of life
  • A bullet can leave a gun, zoom through the air, and destroy a life
  • A smile can brighten someone’s day and lift their spirits
  • Expressing gratitude can make someone feel special
  • A harsh word, spoken in anger, can break a person’s spirit
  • A hug can bring heeling and peace to a troubled soul

A lot can happen in a second.  We can bring heeling, peace, and love to others.  We can also create destruction, agony, and death.  Every second matters, so use them wisely.


Old Family Photos and Family Legacy

A few days ago, I posted a couple of photos of Mom and Aunt Kathy.  While I was looking for those pictures, I came across a few photos of my grandparents (Frank and Edith Lynn) and my great-grandparents (Otis and Ollie Lynn).







I look at these photos and wonder about their lives.  They were just doing normal things, going to school, getting married, raising their children, and working at various jobs.

However, time moves quickly.  Their children grew up, moved away, and had their own children.  Those children also grew up, moved away, and had their own children.  And so it continued….

My great-grandparents and grandparents are no longer living.  However, their legacy is still here.  It continues through stories, pictures, even some character traits that seem to be genetic in nature.

Even when there is nobody left that remembers them, their legacy will continue to live on in our family.

Prom Night – Not Right

It’s senior prom night, and I just dropped off Gwen.  This can’t be right.  It seems like only a couple of years ago, I was a high school senior.  I was the one running off to school events.

In reality, it’s been a couple of decades.  Where did all those years go, and how could they have disappeared in the blink of an eye?

I also wonder what is my mom thinking tonight?  Her daughter just drove her granddaughter to the senior prom.  That’s got to feel weird.


How Fast a Day Feels

Each day starts out the same way.  I get out of bed, get ready for the day, and compile a list of things I need to get done.

Each day ends the same way.  I get ready for bed, review all the things still left on my list, and wonder where the day went.

Each day passes so quickly.  It was just a blur.  It’s like being in a dark room and someone turns on the light and turns it off immediately.  The light fills the room and then all of a sudden it is gone.  That’s what a day feels like.

The Administrator’s Robot

There once was an administrator

The time he would enter

But his people can never remember

Timesheets were due by five, no later

The administrator was frustrated

He sat and contemplated

A plan to get all timesheets completed

By the deadline he had stated

He created a robot named Dray

If a timesheet was empty at the end of the day

The robot would zap them with a shock ray

While repeating the phrase, “No Pay”

The workers got angry

The administrator was charged with assault and battery

The robot was sent to a factory

Where it now works in security