Time Flies
As yet untouched by passing years.
Her lustrous hair as black as night
the maiden’s smile is a delight.
As yet untouched by passing years.
Without a doubt she soon will wed.
Such beauty must attract a mate
A good excuse to celebrate.
Without a doubt she soon will wed.
Take on the duties of a wife.
In time she’ll bear a child or two
make all her girlish dreams come true.
Take on the duties of a wife.
In time all fledglings leave the nest.
Then he and she are left alone
amazed how fast the years have flown.
In time all fledglings leave the nest.
Her raven locks now streaked with white.
He sees her with a lovers eyes
and pays no heed for he is wise
Her raven locks now streaked with white.
The passing years have left their mark.
The love they share still strong and true
binds them together like strong glue.
The passing years have left their mark.
They are still happy and content
as much in love as when they wed
.When first they shared their marriage bed.
They are still happy and content.
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Related quotes
The Passing Time
Ah, passing time you don't need any reason to change the black to white
You always run so fast during our happy days like a while
And When we are sad and alone you humble there years
Every minute passes by longer than years
The people those we love soon they disappear
Those who were lovers yesterday today become strangers
Ah, passing time how brutal you are to swift away our delightful years
poem by Sossi Khachadourian
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Passing Through
I saw jesus on the cross on a hill called calvary
Do you hate mankind for what they done to you?
He said, talk of love not hate, things to do - its getting late.
Ive so little time and Im only passing through.
Passing through, passing through.
Sometimes happy, sometimes blue,
Glad that I ran into you.
Tell the people that you saw me passing through.
I saw adam leave the garden with an apple in his hand,
I said now youre out, what are you going to do?
Plant some crops and pray for rain, maybe raise a little cane.
Im an orphan now, and Im only passing through.
Passing through, passing through ...
I was with washington at valley ford, shivering in the snow.
I said, how come the men here suffer like they do?
Men will suffer, men will fight, even die for what is right
Even though they know theyre only passing through
Passing through, passing through ...
I was with franklin roosevelts side on the night before he died.
He said, one world must come out of world war two (ah, the fool)
Yankee, russian, white or tan, he said, a man is still a man.
Were all on one road, and were only passing through.
Passing through, passing through ...
(lets do it one more time)
Passing through, passing through ...
song performed by by Leonard Cohen
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
My Friends Back In My Prime Years
My friends back in my prime years I never did disown
It's just that I live far from them and apart we have grown
We drank and played football together but our separate ways we've gone
And we have forged new friendships and life of course goes on.
My friends back in my prime years may now look a bit gray
And they might not know me or I might not know them if by chance we met today
In my memory they have remained young but in reality
The years have left their mark on them as the years have left their mark on me.
Old father time the aloof one to anyone doesn't bow
And some of my friends of my prime years may be grand parents now
Perhaps they now are showing their age and time has left them slow
They could run fast as I recall some twenty years ago.
My friends back in my prime years I may now not recognize
For time leaves it's mark on all of us I've come to realize
I drunk beer with them in the pub and with them played football
And that was many years ago as I can well recall.
poem by Francis Duggan
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
As The Years Go By (Live)
As The Years Go Passing By
(Otis Rush)
(verse1)
Well there's nothing I can do
If you leave me here to cry
Well there's nothing I can do
If you leave me here to cry
You know my love will follow you
As the years go passing by
(Verse2)
I gave you all that I own
That's one thing you can't deny
I gave you all that I own
That's one thing you can't deny
You know my love will follow you
As the years go passing by
(verse3)
I'm gonna leave it up to you
So long,so long good bye
I'm gonna leave it up to you
So long,so long good bye
You know my love will follow you
As the years go passing by
song performed by by Santana
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Lonely Memories
Anniversaries mark the passing of years
Many thoughts are happy… some are sad
Today is the anniversary of your dying…
Certain feelings remind of what we once had
I am starting to lose count of the years…
although the tides of time do not fade
My smile is reflected in your sky-blue eyes
as surfacing tears begin to slowly cascade…
8/19/2011
poem by Theresa Ann Moore
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
In The Fields By The Sullane
In the fields by the Sullane that flows through Macroom
The wildflowers of Nature are now in full bloom
And the ageing migrant remembers today
The place where he lived in as a boy near a town far away.
His soul mate and the best friend he ever did know
His Aussie wife passed on a few years ago
Their grandchildren teenagers and time ticking on
And his best Seasons to the forever long gone.
To the young mind the far off hills always look green
And he left friends and family when he turned nineteen
The wanderlust in him for the big World out there
From the fields by the Sullane he would live elsewhere
Forty eight years out of Macroom in time quite a span
In this Southern Country a gray haired ageing man
The years telling on him the years never lie
Far from the Sullane he is destined to die.
To this Southern Land his best years he did give
And on his retirement pension he now has to live
The passing of time has left him walking slow
The one from the fields where Sullane waters flow.
poem by Francis Duggan
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Ell Briddley
Ell Briddley she knows of the hard side of life
For many years she has been a battered wife
Her late husband Jake often bashed her and their only child Joe
He succumbed to cancer some five years ago.
Her twenty years of marriage one might say tough
And of marriage she feels she's had more than enough
The reason is not hard to understand why
That she will not give marriage another try.
At her husband's passing she did not shed tears
She feels her life with him were sad wasted years
Her son Joe is married in a distant town with a one year old son
And she feels quite proud of how well he has done.
Ell Briddley she is fifty seven years old
And for her years she is attractive to behold
To a few proposals of marriage she has said no
She is one who will not give marriage another go.
Ell Briddley is a happy woman today
And the single life seems to suit her okay
For falling for Jake she paid the bitter price
And now she will remain as single by choice.
poem by Francis Duggan
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Ever-Present Ring
Ever-Present Ring
==================
My Father Lost A Wedding Ring
The One Cherished For 42 Years
It Was Replaced By What I Bought Him
I Bought Him A New Wedding Band
An Ever-Present Of What Was Present
A Marriage Lasting Longer Than Most
What Was Most Important
Was The Symbol Of That New Ring
It Was The Thought That Counted
And What's Counted Was The Years
He Was Married For 44 Years
He Died This Year
From 1968 To 2012 The Marriage Thrived
After Being Married For 44 Years
He Told His Wife, My Mother
That She Was The Only One
The Entire Time He Stayed Faithful
And In Faith Was His Love
As Parting Souvenir, I Will Keep That Ring
Which I Gave Him Last Year
Because The Symbol Of Union
Between Man And Wife
For All Those Blessed Years
Is What Counts
And Now What's Counted Are The Days
Since His Passing On The 27th Of May
A Day Begun In Mourning In The Early Morning
In May Of Heart Break Mourn
I Will Cherish That Ring
That Ever-Present Ring
And I'll Wear It Every Single Day
To Mourn His Passing
A Bond Between Father And Son
In What May Be My Heart
Will Never Break The Mourn.
poem by Ricardo Antunes
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
The Zoo
Music :rudolf schenker
Lyrics:klaus meine
The job is done and I go out
Another boring day
I leave it all behind me now
So many worlds away
I meet my girl, shes dressed to kill
And all we gonna do
Is walk around to catch the thrill
On streets we call the zoo
We eat the night, we drink the time
Make our dreams come true
And hungry eyes are passing by
On streets we call the zoo
We eat the night, we drink the time
Make our dreams come true
And hungry eyes are passing by
On streets we call the zoo
Enjoy the zoo
And walk down 42nd street
You wanna be excited too
And you will feel the heat
We eat the night, we drink the time
Make our dreams come true
And hungry eyes are passing by
On streets we call the zoo
We eat the night, we drink the time
Make our dreams come true
And hungry eyes are passing by
On streets we call the zoo
song performed by by Scorpions
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
As Years Go By
Tell me how the years go by
Its been a long long time
Tell me how your plans fell through
And how you changed your mind
Tell me bout the hearts you broke
How many have you known
Tell me how the years went by
And left you all alone
Tell me dear
I want to hear
bout the lost and wasted years
Tell me when now tell me why
Tell me how the years go by
Tell me how the years go by
Like borrowed dancing shoes
That gather dust beneath your ned
Mislaid and seldom used
Like a heart that haunts a phone booth
On a corner far from home
Tell me how the years went by and left you
All alone
Close your eyes
Tell me what do you see
Its an imperfect world
Still we dream perfect dreams
Its no big surprise when were down on our knees
Truth isnt always what we will believe.
Tell me how the years go by
In seasons at your door
And how the things you left me for
Dont matter anymore
Tell me how the more we learn
The more we leave unknown
Tell me how the years went by and left you
All alone
Alone
Close your eyes (x3)
song performed by by Level 42
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Just Passing Time
I like the way that you come
Running up to me
It sort of reminds me of
Black and white movies
And I will put a white dress on and
By the window wait
For my richard gere to come
*or
For my marlin brando to come
Crashing through the gate
Sometimes I talk on the phone
Until my ears are numb
My friends all say its because
I cant face anyone
I know Im just passing time
Im just passing time
Saw you walking downtown
To the video store
Saw you with another girl
Im sure she was a whore
You say she means nothing to you
Thus nothing to me
Excuse me while I get drunk
On too much bad t.v.
Sitting here and Im waiting
For your mouth to open up
And start overflowing
Like jesus cup
And Im just passing time
Im just passing time
song performed by by Jewel
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Your Golden Wedding Day
It was fifty years ago Mom
That you saw that special smile.
He was handsome, tall and debonair
He was definitely your style.
She was everything you wanted, Dad
Your search came to an end.
Your asked her if she’d be your wife
So your lives could soon began.
She needed time she said, to date
But found no man to compare
So you drifted close together
Into a love so strong, so rare.
The children came eventually
There were good times, and yes, some bad
And though your marriage vows were tested
You found a love you’d never had.
You laid a strong foundation
That many kids grow up without
And I’ll take this time to thank you
Our home had love, there was no doubt.
And now it seems impossible
That fifty years have past.
You were blessed with special qualities
For a marriage that would last.
As we gather here together
We all just want to say,
A special “Congratulations”
On your Golden Wedding Day.
poem by Marilyn Lott
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Poem Celebrating 50 Years
My dear, ‘twas fifty years ago when we first met
on a trip to Stratford that I'll never forget.
When as a sweet girl of fourteen you caught my eye
and love first began its great work in this old guy.
Today we dined together and were reminiscing
and we praised God for each years' wonderful blessing.
Then we sat by the canal in the bright moonlight
holding hands like two lovers sitting in God's sight.
Time has passed by and how quickly the years have flown
and God has blessed us greatly as our love has grown.
I am so glad that I have married you my dear
and shared the experience of each passing year.
Kohl Immortalized Cleopatra’s Smoky Rim Eyes
memory does not really share tell sight
reveal vision flashes beauty in cry night
does not really tell true, swift sudden flashes
heart stir love’s bite, beauty eye liner lashes
eyeliner make unseen eyes appear larger
applying key heart throb orbs beat faster
line of love cannot disappear; in lost years dark
harsh obvious is risk looking lip; love fatal mark
eye tips balance a natural innocent eye so rare
pierces perceiving heart in future vision soul sere
a smoky eye, a bold eye, a cat eye, a vision dye
such is eve bright beauty; paradise without a lie
eyeliner pencil trace out fate; liquid liner seals checkmate;
eyeliner brush dip into deep shadow; line eyes pulse rate;
lifeblood beating melt shadow years, poses centuries weeping
kohl immortalized Cleopatra’s smoky rim eyes, ever haunting...
paintings pictures photos, long preserve rescind,
when those memories are gone, ash in the wind;
left few traces passing, erased time passage passing,
in life where few touch soul, in heartbeat everlasting...
poem by Terence George Craddock
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Time After Time
What good are words I say to you?
They can't convey to you what's in my heart
If you could hear instead
The things I've left unsaid
Time after time
I tell myself that I'm
So lucky to be loving you
So lucky to be
The one you run to see
In the evening, when the day is through
I only know what I know
The passing years will show
You've kept my love so young, so new
And time after time
You'll hear me say that I'm
So lucky to be loving you
I only know what I know
The passing years will show
You've kept my love so young, so new
And time after time
You'll hear me say that I'm
So lucky to be loving you
Lucky to be loving you
song performed by by Rod Stewart
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Passing Away
THE SPIRIT of beautiful faces,
The light on the forehead of Love,
And the spell of past visited places,
And the songs and the sweetness thereof;
These, touched by a hand that is hoary;
These, vext with a tune of decay,
Are spoiled of their glow and their glory;
And the burden is, “Passing away!
Passing away!”
Old years and their changes come trooping
At nightfall to you and to me,
When Autumn sits faded and drooping
By the sorrowful waves of the sea.
Faint phantoms that float in the gloaming,
Return with the whispers that say,
“The end which is quiet is coming;
Ye are weary, and passing away!
Passing away!”
It is hard to awake and discover
The swiftness that waits upon Time;
But youth and its beauty are over,
And Love has a sigh in its rhyme.
The Life that looks back and remembers,
Is troubled and tired and gray,
And sick of the sullen Decembers,
Whose burden is, “Passing away!
Passing away!”
We have wandered and wandered together,
And our joys have been many and deep;
But seasons of alien weather
Have ended in longings for sleep.
Pale purpose and perishing passion,
With never a farewell to say,
Die down into sobs of suppression;
The burden is, “Passing away!
Passing away!”
We loved the soft tangle of tresses,
The lips that were fain and afraid.
And the silence of far wildernesses,
With their dower of splendour and shade!
For faces of sweetness we waited,
And days of delight and delay,
Ere Time and its voices were mated
To a voice that sighs, “Passing away!
Passing away!”
O years interwoven with stories
Of strong aspirations and high,
How fleet and how false were the glories
That lived in your limited sky!
Here, sitting by ruinous altars
Of Promise, what word shall we say
To the speech that the rainy wind falters,
Whose burden is, “Passing away!
Passing away!”
poem by Henry Kendall
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
New Years Day
Written by mullen, evans, clayton, hewson
Yeah
All is quiet on new years day
A world in white gets underway
I want to be with you
Be with you night and day
Nothing changes on new years day
On new years day
I will be with you again
I will be with you again
Under a blood red sky
A crowd has gathered in black and white
Arms entwined, the chosen few
The newspapers says, says
Say its true its true...
And we can break through
Though torn in two
We can be one
I, I will begin again
I, I will begin again
Oh
Maybe the time is right
Oh maybe tonight
I will be with you again
I will be with you again
And so were told this is the golden age
And gold is the reason for the wars we wage
Though I want to be with you
Be with you night and day
Nothing changes
On new years day
On new years day
song performed by by Tiffany
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Time Of My Life
Sometimes I'm just thinking,
that I got the best time of my life
I've been with my girl for seven years now
and I got the sweetest dog that,
trust me forever
After school I took my chances,
continued to do the things I love
And now I find that I was right,
I'm 26 now still I
do what I want to,
And the days are passing by,
and now I realize that I've got the time of my life
Time of my life
and the days are passing by...
Now I sit here thinking,
about the best time of my life.
so many years I've been with my band now
and four of my best friends they still
trust me forever
And still the days are passing by
now I realize, still I've got the time of my life
Time of my life
and the days are passing by... etc.
song performed by by H-BlockX
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Fifty Years Of Marriage
With dye and hair colouring they cover their gray
Their fifty years of marriage they celebrate today
Through fifty years of marriage they have argued their way
In their love hate relationship one well might say.
Their better days one can say for them are long gone
And they age without grace though time is ticking on
Their children are grand-parents and the years on them show
Since they too are ageing and their fastest pace slow.
Fifty happy years together by some we are told
But others who know them well and with their words more bold
Will tell you they never did see eye to eye
But why they stay together one must wonder why.
They have stayed together for so many years
One can hardly say of them the lovely old dears
Since they both are quite quarrelsome and grumpy as well
Perhaps without quarrels life for them would be hell.
Fifty years together and the same bed they share
Yet even in public places at each other they swear
Such marriages as their's suppose never were rare
They are not the World's only dysfunctional pair.
Today their descendants will celebrate the marriage of their Pop and Gran
And applaud this wonderful woman and man
But the truth of their marriage they will never tell
How they seem to enjoy giving each other hell.
poem by Francis Duggan
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
My First Love
For no reason at all she came into my thoughts and dreams
I don’t know why, I haven’t seen her since she was seventeen.
She brought with her forgotten memories I thought had gone,
but they’re still there to think about and to touch upon.
The happy and sad times that we both lived through
as teenage lovers with passions so strong and true.
We lived and breathed for each other every moment of the day,
and our hearts would break if we had to spend time away.
So strong was our love, we would have died for each other,
we experienced every emotion that was possible together.
My insane jealous nature eventually forced us to part
it left us with sadness and our first broken heart.
At the time there was nothing else worth living for,
but time heals and I found another love to adore.
Looking back, my first true love is still special to me,
we discovered what love was and how it should be.
And whenever she comes to mind I think back and smile,
and thank her for the memories that are so worthwhile.
The postman put a letter through the letterbox today
it said that my first love had recently passed away.
Even though she’s left this world she lives on in my memory
and as long as I shall live she’ll be with me.
In my thoughts and dreams I see her as she was so long ago,
and it’s over fifty years since we said our first hello.
poem by Orlando Belo
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!