Where Does the Time Go? (A Poem)

Where does the time go?
Hither and fro.
Over and yonder
and far and away,
time is a child,
and the child loves to play.
September closes
while October waits,
and donโ€™t we all have
plans to make?
So what comes next?
No one can say.
It belongs to us to
only bide the hours
and count the days.

13 thoughts on “Where Does the Time Go? (A Poem)

  1. I feel like the last time I blinked, I lost two months. I’m afraid if I blink again it’ll be Christmas. I just don’t know where the time is going at all and it’s actually pretty scary. Your poem gives a different perspective and you’ve written it beautifully well, I love it!

    Caz xx

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    • I’m so glad you liked the poem! I can’t believe how fast this year has gone by. I’m looking forward to Halloween and the holidays, and to cooler weather and (maybe!) snow, but time just seems to be moving a little too fast. It was the beginning of summer, like, two days ago!

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