Letting go is sound advice
Given by many
Heeded by few
Phantom bestowments
Clutching the known
Gift with a bearing price
What is there to let go
Empty palms reading brail
Written words across your brow
Time is just an illusion
Existing within a rhythm
Creating our own timepiece
Setting hands to the past
Losing moments
A final alarm suddenly drums
Tomorrow has come and gone
Hearing beckoning whispers
Standing all alone
Taking that first step forward
A lightened load
Leaving behind an idle grandfather clock
Letting go of wasted time
Noellie's Place 
I like this very much, Noellie. Time…such an illusive thing and there never seems to be enough of it and it is such, that it seems to never be used wisely, i.e, wasted. It would be nice to be able to pare it all down so that one might believe that in every moment one felt accomplished. Yes. This is a wonderful poem. Do take care.
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thank you sincerely ❤
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