Time's Great Mystery - Life and Death

My 40th high school reunion is coming up October 2019.  Seeing familiar names on the reunion email, got me thinking about elementary and middle school.  I began to reminisce about time gone by riding my bike to the park near our home and wandering through the nearby woods all day with friends Walt and Newman.

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That same week a dear friend, David Gilley, died here in Atlanta.   He and I had grown close and were collaborating on some new business opportunities.  His passing was a shock...sadly I had no more time with him.  I so cherished our time and his investment in me.

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So, time is on my mind as I think of the past and the very recent times with my friend.  From this place of reflection I wrote this poem for David and all my childhood friends (and awesome siblings).

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Time’s Passing Hand

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Oh time how loud thy thunder roars

A threat to some they say

Yet, just a time ago we ran so fast and biked so hard

To get ahead of neighbor kids

And reach the store just in time

To grab a coke and candy bar

Then ride again both near and far

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No chains to hold us back that day

We ran and climbed and played till dark

From day to day just the same

Oh dearest time where did you go?

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I’ll tell you where it went my friend...

It filled the hearts of those nearby that’s where she went

The times we cared and laughed and cried

The times we kept the weak and sad

The times we found our trouble down the road

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Oh time it has no hold on me

My life is full of memory

Of times surrounded by

My loving friends, my family

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Giving of my heart to thee my friends

My dearest and my best

And hits a place so tender now

I still can feel its print

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There is no time in love’s great gift

No sorrow there for days gone by

When life and love are offered free

There is no hill too hard to climb

And time becomes a vapor still

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Thankful for the touch they’ve had

Upon my softened heart

Thankful for the days gone by

And hopeful for the next

When love can stop the clock of time

We know our hearts have touched Sublime.

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