Decoding Time

There are so many times I've said I'm too busy.
But let's dilute that statement from the fizzy.
The fact of the matter remains.
No matter how much it pains.

I still make time for some things.
In hindsight, I wish I'd treated my grandpa like a king.
Today he's not there.
And I am filled with regret and despair.

His love was unconditional.
Mine was rather recreational.
That's the same feeling that disturbs me.
When I think of my dad and grandma, you see.

Today none of them are really there.
And I cannot go back in time to repair.
The people who really cared about me.
I took for granted on a spree.

And so I didn't even have the courtesy.
To apologize when I treated them badly.
Because I just knew they'd always be there.
For just too much about me they cared.

Time is such a relative thing.
It could be your winter, for another it's spring.
So decide the what, whom, why and how you deal with your time.
Because not everything gets better like fine tasting wine.

Sometimes, you'll never get another opportunity.
To compensate for the indemnity.
There are many U-turns on the road to destruction.
God gives you several chances to turn back in reflection.

So sit down calmly and evaluate your priorities. 
And think about your time allocation and it's quality.
I'm sure if I'd explain to them they'd not mind.
But I just did my own thing as if they were blind.

Time and tide wait for no man.
Just like my name was carved in sand.
Washed away off the shores of a forgotten cadence.
The yolks of an insinuatingly  perplexed decadence.

Some things are not meant to be complicated.
And some things, let not them be tolerated.
If you see the light.
Don't ignore or try to fight.

Everything cannot happen as you wish and say.
Maybe it's just not your time today.
Yesterday has become far away.
Tread careful upon the grey.

Now, whatever happened is done.
No need to shoot yourself with a mental gun.
Just imagine they were never there.
Or smile when you think about them, with a prayer.

And let bygones be bygones.
Continue writing the lyrics to the rest of your song.
Maybe someday someone would read your lyrics.
In chords that mesmerize even the cynics.

So breathe freely.
In a way that you see.
And divide your time and soul accordingly.
Because it's time you begin to think logically.

Hush now, or maybe let them flow.
These rivers you've cried even before.
How to explain, I wasn't expecting more.
Yet in relentless pursuit, they scream 'encore'.

The effervescence of yesterday.
Has lost it's bubbly tenacity.
And tomorrow who cares about.
For today, just take the trash out.

History they say, always repeats itself.
Why would it be any different? Yet the heart's compelled.
I wish I'd learned sooner about life and time.
But, that's just one of those things that comes ...with time.

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  1. Beautifully written my friend. As humans we make a lot of mistakes no one is perfect. I understand how you miss you dad and grandma, I loss my own mother from cancer when I was a teenager and how I wish I could go back and tell her how much I loved her and even my brother who died young. That is why I have always said tomorrow is not promise to any of us and today is called P-R-E-S-E-N-T always tells the ones that is important to you how much that they mean. Remember always forgive yourself the same way that God forgives you. Your sin He remembers no more.
    Blessings my friend and I will be sharing on quietmomentswithgod

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    1. Absolutely….mistakes, time and time again.
      Today is a present….for a mere mortal of dust.
      Forgive myself….that’s a lovely reminder Eileen….thank you….love and hugsπŸ’ŸπŸ’–πŸ’—πŸ’ŸπŸ’–πŸ’—

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  2. Congratulations Ruelha, amazing poem. Life is part of time. People have possibility to understand time in their life. God helps this understanding in many ways.

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    1. Wow….that’s an interesting thought Vgeorg. Life is just a part of time. And here I was thinking time was just part of life. But time has always been and will forever be. But my life is just limited and so small as compared to the great Time!
      Blessings right back at you….πŸ’ŸπŸ™πŸΌπŸ™πŸΌπŸ’Ÿ

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  3. How many times do we shoot ourselves mentally? It’s really too bad that the histories that repeat themselves are the histories we’d just as soon forget. Or maybe we simply ignore the repetition that’s to our liking. Nice piece you penned. March is around the corner.

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    1. Aaah….good point there Tim. We just condition ourselves to ignore some things that we wish and hope for so dearly…..
      Oh yes….march….you remember!…I’m still doing the desperate countdown πŸ˜…πŸ€žπŸ˜‚πŸ˜…

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  4. Glad to see you back dear Ru. Hope all is well ❀️❀️.
    This poem speaks volumes! It’s very well insisted on how time is important to all. For some it’s winter…… For some it’s spring……
    Many times we are forgetting this truth that time and tide wait for no man! Beautifully penned dear Ru. πŸ˜πŸ€—

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    1. Preeths πŸ’ŸπŸ’—πŸ’–πŸ’ŸπŸ’—πŸ’ŸπŸ’–πŸ’ŸπŸ’–
      All is great.
      Exactly….times change and sometimes you can never get that time back. …..
      Thanks my girl…..missed ya….πŸ’–πŸ’ŸπŸ’—πŸ’ŸπŸ’–πŸ’ŸπŸ’—

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  5. Oh Rue i surely Hope You Aren’t Feeling Like
    The Gif of the Woman With Her Face
    Splashing off like Human Colored
    Coffee Yet True Live and

    Learn to Put People
    First When All the Glue
    Of A Truly Loving Face
    Is Put Together Warm
    And Cozy to Spread

    A Love of Putting Every
    Star of Human First Or at
    Least Whatever our Capacity
    May Be to Do that of Course as
    Limits Do Reasonably Apply to All We Do…

    Time is Only As Deep And Long Now As We Love
    Now All the Colors Moving, Connecting, Co Creating
    All That We Do ToGeTHeR As Human Now.. Eternally

    Now Love Is Well Invested As Time Out of Time Eternal Love
    For Giving Sharing With All For Giving Thanks Giving LoVE NoW

    You Feel a Bit

    Like Family

    i Missed You
    It’s Nice When
    We are So Easily
    Able to Make A Stranger into Family my FRiEnD.:)

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    1. Very very well said FredπŸ™πŸΌπŸ™πŸΌπŸ™πŸΌ
      Thank you…it’s so nice to know I’m almost like family….it is beautiful indeed. …the connections here on WP…some of you guys have become my cyber family in lands far far away….I feel that connection too….stay blessed and happy…πŸŽ€πŸ™πŸΌπŸŒΊ

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      1. SMiles Dear
        Rue No Almosts
        You Are Family to




        Yes Stay

        Happy And



        It’s Always

        Summer In
        The Warmest
        Equator Close Jungle
        Indian Tropic Hehe Yes


        A Monkey πŸ’

        For me Or



        Sandwich HAha🐡 πŸ’β˜ΊοΈπŸ€—

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          1. Hey Remember It’s
            Not Enough To Pet
            The Monkey Share



            Too *Taps Finger…
            Patiently… Waiting…

            For β€˜Her’ Next Poem
            Or Work of Art Her Face

            True i’m Careful not

            To Comment On Your


            Yet i
            Notice You Too..πŸ™πŸ

            Hehe 😜


  6. Good to have you back, Ruelha. πŸ€—
    Yeah. Time indeed comes with different changes and seasons. In it all, glad we can go through these changes with God in the picture. That’s the comfort we have.
    Trust that you have been good. Hugs

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