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Time Bandit
by Terry OlynikAge stalked me unsuccessfully
From the moment of my emergence,
Every second, hour, day and year.
Through each successive decade,
I laughed defiantly in the face
Of it's hectoring futile persistence.
Then one unguarded summer evening
During a drunken fitful sleep,
Age appeared at the foot of my bed.
It crawled silently under my skin
Filling me to near bursting
With every one of my previous days. 12/05/2009 Posted on 12/05/2009
Copyright © 2025 Terry Olynik
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Clara Mae Gregory on 12/05/09 at 03:37 PM Please forgive me for I am in a quiet mood and the only thing I want to say is that I really love how you put this one together.Superb work, Terri. (10+) |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 12/05/09 at 06:24 PM Very nicely done Terry. It does seem to catch up with us in one way or another. It found me first a number of years ago when I fell ice skating in NJ. It has been after ever since. I hide but never well enough. Again great write! |
| Posted by V. Blake on 12/06/09 at 02:05 AM Growing old terrifies me. This poem gave me chills. |
| Posted by Heide McAlister-Bates on 12/11/09 at 01:30 PM I read a lot of poetry, and and I like much of what I read. Every once in a while, though, I read a poem that I not only appreciate, but that I can immediately identify with. This is one of those poems. Succinct, well-crafted, and timeless. Would that we all were. |
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