Tuesday, August 12, 2025

Time By Jim Gandolf (My Time) ©️08122025

Time 
By Jim Gandolf (My Time)
©️08122025

I , in the mist of my life,
You find myself at a crossroads, where time is rife.
It's a strange and mysterious place to be,
Where the past, present, and future all seem to flee.
The past is a ghost, a whisper in the wind,
A collection of memories, both cherished and sinned.
It's a story I have lived, a chapter I have read,
But it's gone forever, a memory in my head.
The present is a fleeting moment, a breath of air,
A canvas of possibilities, a moment to share.
It's a dance with the unknown, a leap of faith,
A chance to create my own destiny, my own wraith.
The future is a mirage, a distant star,
A promise of things to come, a journey to a foreign car.
It's a dream yet to be realized, a hope yet to be found,
A destination you'll reach, on a journey unbound.
So; myself (Jim Gandolf),in the mist of my life,
Embracing the journey, and put down the knife.
For time is a river, and I am on the boat,
Just go with the flow, and let my dreams float.

Or as a young man, I used 
to say,”Whatever floats your boat!”

Jim Gandolf

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