Time

Time etches wrinkles, and sprinkles one’s hair, till peppered gray.
Time is a friend. Time is a foe; the uncertain tomorrow;
For you may wither, or may drift away from your grounded bay.
Today is young, tis’ our time to be youthful, so borrow
From then onto now, and clench onto the niggardly present.
Future is to come your way, with quenching ambitions;
Chide not; steady be. Eventual days to come are pleasant.
Hermits say, “Time heals the deepest of wounds and conditions
The bitterest of souls, with soothing potions, freeing them from distress.”
Yet the mourning say, “Timeless scars are beyond repair.”
The wise observe the Sun’s ascension to achieve new success,
While the foolish sway on mischievous nights in despair.
Therefore: your time, cautiously spend, for it is a keen blade;
And if your mark, you have not left, your memory shall surely fade.

Sherif Mohamed 2016

Beautiful and deep.

You are a very talented young man.
Thank you for sharing

Thank you for the support Bahitieva; that was very kind of you. I am trying to get published but I don't know where to start.

Take care
Sherif

Beautifully written Sherif

Beautiful poem, Sherif.

Time has a wonderful way of showing us what really matters. Believe in yourself.
Thanks for sharing.
God Bless You.

Oh how beautiful! I love this poem, Sherif
Keep on writing and thanks for sharing.

Thanks Marie. That means a lot :)

Take care
Sherif

Rosemary,
My dear friend with the limitless talents as a writer; hearing your encouragement is a catalyst for improvement :)

God bless you too
Sherif

Dear Rosie,
My new friend. Thank you for your great compliment. I will keep on writing just to hear those sublime compliments that my friends make :)

Take care
Sherif