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 Category:  General Poetry
  Posted: December 31, 2019      Views: 120

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 ABOUT
ROBERT ZIMMERMAN 
I am a common storyteller. The most important part of my writing is the story, not the form.
I write in essay, short story and poetry.
I write what I think--feel--believe.

He is a top ranked author at the #12 position.

He is an accomplished poet and is currently at the #35 spot on this years rankings.

He is also an active reviewer and is holding the #15 spot on the top ranked reviewer list.

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Understanding the passage of time
"When I Was A Mere Boy" by Robert Zimmerman
When I was but a naive youth,
I yearned for time to fly.
Its anchor dragged and gouged the ground,
then forced my heart to cry.
 
No understanding of my wish
had entered into mind.
I didn’t know how precious time
could be so ill defined.
 
Since age is just a cup of tea,
I had so small a taste.
The consequence of fleeting time
could cultivate such waste.
 
As years passed on I realized
how precious hours became.
They came and went with awful speed.
My thoughts were not the same.
 
I begged for time to slow its pace.
My heart cried out for slack.
Relentlessly it tore along,
yet never to come back
 
So now the days have dimmed my sight
of memories so dear.
The speed of time has multiplied.
No echoes do I hear.
 
Still time has left its calling card.
My body’s bruised and sore.
Hope I remember all I’ve been,
as I approach the door.

 

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Author Notes
HAPPY NEW YEAR to all who read.
I have referred to death as a "DOOR" in many of my works.
This is a ballad in 8-6-8-6 meter.
We all have our issues and ideas about time.
As we enter a new decade maybe we should reflect on how we use the time.
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