RHYME Poem: DEAR FATHER TIME, by Uma Shankar

Dear Father Time, I write to you
In greyed hair and wrinkled skin
In foggy recollection of many a welcome and adieu
Dusty trophies of varied hues in the trash bin

Matter you are not, or else I would have consumed you
Energy you are not, or else I would have used you
What currency are you that I can only spend
What beast are you that I now try to befriend?

Before, after, then, when exist in you
If my mind stayed still, would it be able to touch you
You, whose passage is marked by the sun and the moon.
Stand frozen, as lovers share ice cream on a single spoon!
Why is my poetry trapped in rhyme
It happened again, for the nth time!
To change how the words come out, I took many a class
Stop here or gently pass.

Author: poetryfest

Submit your Poetry to the Festival. Three Options: 1) To post. 2) To have performed by an actor 3) To be made into a film. View all posts by poetryfest