546 Never Danced with My Father [09 July 2003]

Time rolls on and I along with it,
gripping the sides of the steed I ride
with a fierce desperation to cling to life.
My mount seems tireless, as often time is,
with no wish to stop or beg a drink.

Some days I pull on the reins,
hoping for Time to slow down,
or quit its onward rush forward.
It shakes its fierce head at my attempt,
breaking my hold, and its pace quickens.

I have learned that Time has no master,
that the steed I ride allows me to.
I have no regrets as the years pass by,
not even that of never dancing with my father.
Time has given me that understanding.

© Johanna Fugitt 2017

About taikodragonjkf

Member of Spokane Taiko. Poet. Karaoke singer. Love cats and baseball.
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