You had to pick today to show up
An untimely time if you’ll pardon the pun.
As I awoke this morning
I saw my share ebbing away,
I need more but I can’t buy it.
Fate has I believe
Stepped in,
Though no ones fault.
The curtain begins to drop
It’s how it is.
I’ll try to stretch it
But it wont spread any further.
Maybe a repair job?
Spare parts?
Time will tell
But I fear pigs might fly first.
Days go by they don’t bank up
I have a finite amount
As do you.
This morning I heard that fortune favours the brave
But misfortune dogs the loser.
Written for: http://dversepoets.com/2014/07/22/poetics-time-and-time-again/
Written for: http://dversepoets.com/2014/07/22/poetics-time-and-time-again/
Morpethroad 
Great use of all these set phrases we throw into the conversation regularly. I like how you ended up with a poem that made me smile and ponder at the same time.
Thank you Gabriella happy I could make you smile and ponder.
I found myself imagining the “you” under several different guises…at first death. And I guess at the end of the story, that will be how it is. I, too, enjoyed your use of time-worn cliches–pun intended. There is a time and place for them, isn’t there?
I think so Victoria. Thank you so,much for your comment.
What an excellent poem you have written here.
Very embraceable and full of imagery. 🙂
Thank you Charlie I appreciate your comment.
I read (my interpretation) of time in our life line running out, the curtain does close, cannot be stretched and we need to be strong facing the every day. Honest words Michael.
Thank you Jenny your comments are appreciated as always.
You’re welcome my friend
I was thinking of death coming in, closing in as we all have a finite amount or ending ~ it does take courage to wake up and face such every day ~ Have a good week Michael ~
Thank you Grace you enjoy yours too.
I identified with the idea of the days going by and not banking up. Indeed we all have a finite amount of days. We won’t know how many until they are over! Thought-provoking writing, Michael.
Thank you Mary, and when it does end no point worrying about it.
It is thought-provoking. If Fate steps into the picture, I don’t know just how we can maneuver around that… I like this.
Thank you so much maybe you can’t manoeuvre around fate?
Never enough time, and none to spare. Even if we lived a thousand years we’d still be pressed. Nicely written, I enjoyed it!
Thanks Jeff appreciate your comment.
I hope my finite days are not close by or around the corner. But – I guess one never knows…
Yes RoSy one never knows. Thanks for reading.
You have given us a resigned narrator aware of fleeting moments – can’t bank them, or stretch them – loved the pigs might fly line – a little comic relief! K
Thank you so much glad you enjoyed my poem.
I can’t quite put my finger on it what it is that I love about this and I wish that I could. It’s brilliant.
“I have a finite amount
As do you.”
Good reminder.
Thank you so much Gretchen.
passage of time can only be captivated in words i guess…nice food for thought…
Thank you Sumana, appreciate your comment.
oh – you packed quite a lot into this… great idea to include the quotes we often use without much thinking as well
Thank you Claudia. Hope your holiday is going well.
This is such a wonderful poem.. I loved the use of those quotes.. made me stop and really think about what they mean…
Thank you so much I appreciate your very generous comment.
Oh! I love the idea of our share of time, of it ebbing away, and that days go by they don’t bank up! Wonderful!
Thank you so much Jenny, I greatly appreciate you reading and your comment.
Great ironic use of all the cliches and sayings about time…
Thank you Marina, sometimes such sayings come in very handy. Have a good day.
A beautiful and wise write.
Thank you so much Carrie.
sounds very untimely indeed. there are repairs and even spare parts, but in the end there is an end…while time itself is infinite, ours is finite.
So true rmp, thank you for reading and your comment.
Time closes the curtain on the grand divas as well as the stage hands 🙂 I love the ending.