It Waits for No One

Wait, take hold, and hesitate
For fear of what time does hold
Knowing of its inevitability
Yet never being completely told
Our lessons have come in many forms
Some painful, some bringing joy
Yet we can only somewhat control
And manipulate its ceaseless ploy
We cherish the times of happiness
And cringe in the face of fear
Always knowing that we will continue
With hesitant steps from here
We know that there is more to come
From what direction is never known
Usually the answers are in our future
When we have lived and grown
To stop is not an alternative
It is only an attempt not to see
We must be as time is always
A continuance of inevitably

Barbara Blackcinder


About Barbara Blackcinder

I am a poet/writer with a need for words. There are so many out there that I haven't used yet. They define all reality and mine when you read those from me.
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