Not today!

We all shake Father Time’s hand
whether we bow
whether we kneel
whether we stand

We all look in the mirror,
for the truth in our eyes
reveals the shaded greys
and the jagged, creased lines

A life of regret
is, regrettably, a regret
to the regretter who regrets
a life of regret

This is no time
to look at time
and lament the time
gone by

There is only now,
this life and your gait
And you can tell Father Time
the handshake can wait!

© The Drummer Poet
Written : 01/06/2012


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