A poem about time.

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Time seems to stand still,

it hardly passes at all.

It moves so very slowly,

when you’re always alone.

I sit at home waiting,

wondering about my life.

When will things get better?

Where do I go from here?

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  • Ramalingam on Oct 6, 2009

    Is it the time or the watch that stands still?

  • Vikram Chhabra on Oct 6, 2009

    Time is indeed a mystery… Thanks for this poem!

  • Emma Green on Oct 6, 2009

    I often sit and think this way. Good one to share

  • ken bultman on Oct 6, 2009

    Good grief. I got a “forbidden” for tick tock.

  • Sourav on Oct 6, 2009

    Nice… loneliness can do this type of trick. And you look at the clock three times a minute and you feel… time standstill!

  • emmahaynes on Oct 6, 2009

    Oh gosh, there is always something to do, even craft classes can help take away the edge of loneliness-you never know what might follow :)

  • friendshipter on Oct 6, 2009

    Its time to fulfill ur destiny.. ur dreams..

    what do you think of my articles and my art..
    thanx..

  • Petalm on Oct 6, 2009

    Yes it hardly mooved but then all of a sudden it’s gone.

  • diamondpoet on Oct 7, 2009

    To me there never seem like there is enough time to do all the things I would like to do. Nice!

  • STEVE666 on Oct 7, 2009

    It sounds like you’re bored, Darla.

  • xoxo on Oct 7, 2009

    Time always has its best. A very nice read. Thank you.

  • Juliet Christie Murray on Oct 9, 2009

    Nice . I wish I could see time like you. time is moving so fast for me .I wish it coluld slow down some how.

  • CutestPrincess on Nov 4, 2009

    love this… my time is precious…

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