Hold fast to today,
For it flits and it flies,
Up on and away…
Into the vast skies,
Of yesterday.
Where all of us go,
When we leave and grieve,
In the long ago,
As writer’s weave,
And stories sew.
K. Aldaya, 8/3/20
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We’ll never belong anywhere,
‘Cause we were not let in.
The world forgot that we were here,
And left us all alone.
We’ll never get to live or age,
‘Cause time passed long ago.
The world turns another page,
And we’re nothing but a tale…
Another ancient story,
To be told, and then forgot.
For the world says we are history,
And only we know, we are not.
K. Aldaya, 02/25/20
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You try to meet me half-way,
But I’m not there. I’m all the way.
Too far away. Who would go?
You can’t reach me.
You can not know.
You try to meet me half-way,
But I’m not there. I’m all the way.
Time rode away so long ago.
The sun, it set,
Then came the snow.
You try to meet me half-way,
But I’m not there. I’m all the way.
Gone. Frozen in time…afar.
I can not move,
To where you are.
You try to meet me half-way,
But I’m not there. I’m all the way.
Too far away. Who would go,
To where I am?
With other places to go?
Life stops for no one, so I hope you know.
I don’t want you to stay.
I want you to go.
K. Aldaya, 5/31/19
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…And step by step all the birds in the sky,…
Fly by…fly by…
…And hour by hour the hands of the clock,…
Tic-tok…tic-tok…
…And day by day, time flies on and away,…
Away…away…
…And year by year there’s death, then birth,…
On Earth…on Earth…
…And why on why, thoughts built on and on,…
Then gone…then gone…
…And step by step all the birds in the sky…
Fly by……..
Fly by………….
K. Aldaya, 2/19/19
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Time escapes me again…
Slips through my trembling fingers;
Rushes on into the future…
And life: it occurs.
In the void I sit…
Between life and it’s future dawn;
Where I waste precious hours,
As time ticks right on.
Time is not my friend,
And walks past me nonchalantly;
So I ever return to time in mourning,
Of the hours which have left me.
K. Aldaya, 1/13/17
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