~ Time, You Old Gypsy Man ~
"Time, you old gypsy man,
Will you not stay,
Put up your caravan
Just for one day?
All things I'll give you
Will you be my guest,
Bells for your jennet
Of silver the best,
Goldsmiths shall beat you
A great golden ring,
Peacocks shall bow to you,
Llittle boys sing,
Oh, and sweet girls will
Festoon you with may.
Time, you old gypsy,
Why hasten away?
Last week in Babylon,
Last night in Rome,
Morning, and in the crush,
Under Paul's dome;
Under Paul's dial
You tighten your rein--
Only a moment,
And off once again;
Off to some city
Now blind in the womb,
Off to another
Ere that's in the tomb.
Time, you old gypsy man,
Will you not stay,
Put up your caravan
Just for one day?"
~ Ralph Hodgson ~
Blessings ~ all the time we've got coming ~ this breath ~ the present ~ country roads ~ poetry ~
And many blessings to you!! Time does have a way of passing us by or at least speed up as it reaches us doesn't it? I love the poetry that you post!
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Barbara
Lovely poem ~ Thanks for sharing the importance of cherishing and living each moment. Blessings ~ Katie
ReplyDeleteSending my love to you both. Hope you have a restful evening, Sandra.
ReplyDeleteTime is so precious, I agree. Love this poem. :)
ReplyDeleteWe were just talking about this tonight...we received an invitation to my niece's sweet 16 birthday...I looked at my husband and said "Didn't we just see her when she was a newborn"?...where does time go? Makes me appreciate even more all the extra time we have had with my dad and yet knowing it is time to say goodbye...take care...xoxoxo
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ReplyDeleteHow wonderful to be reacquainted with a poem which we have not read in years.
Would that we could harness Time that little bit more!
Time is flying, tis true, tis true! Another saying is, Life is what happens while we are making plans..." Enjoy every day, every minute, Hugs, K
ReplyDeleteLovely poem, Sandra. Blessings to you and Dave. :)
ReplyDeleteYes time keeps moving - we are so much closer to Home with every breath no matter how labored, or timid, or tired - we are given the gift of right now and not to borrow on whatever is our allotment of days. Bless y'all - the prayers continue and I learn every day to say thank you for mercy and grace -
ReplyDeleteIt's been a while since I've read this, and it's such a good poem.
ReplyDeleteI want a brake!
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