Today I decided to write a new poem. Again, just some words reflecting things I feel.
Unforgiven
The eternal passing of hours
never tires of reminding us
that the before glittering gold
can become dull and worn,
hidden behind a layer of dust.
The lost youth,
The ignored love,
The unpaid look
and the embrace denied
Today disturb my mind.
There is no return.
Time does not forgive
and does not let us forget.
Throughout our existence it will remember us
what we regret
and what we have lost
But today I see
that the constant ringing of the clock
is also a companion,
Always trying to warn us:
Do not let a layer of dust settle on your mind.
Remember that the days to come
Are still being written.
So grab a pen and a sheet of paper,
and create your future.