Posts Tagged ‘time’


She smiled through her bitter tears
Although her pain was deep
The flood of tears brought relief
And then she fell asleep

She dreamt of times when they first met
And years when they were young
When he declared his love for her
And two then lived as one

But time had brought some changes
Like when their love had died
And as that one had split in two
It devastated pride

When she awakes she’ll face again
The truth of what must be
But time will heal the pain she feels
In this, her destiny

June 29, 00 Phyllis DeWitt VanVleck

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Time has many frames

of reference, and marches

ahead in it’s own certainty.

We can destroy

all of the calendars

and all of the clocks,

but time will still pass.

It gifts us with something

to remember, and things

to forget. It promises us

tomorrows, as it accepts

our yesterdays.


3/10/02       Phyllis DeWitt-VanVleck

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Oh, to start anew!


When we are young
Time goes so slow
Seems we can’t wait
To mature and grow

When we are old
Seems time just flew
We’d like to go back
And start anew

2/12/90 Phyllis DeWitt-VanVleck

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       CLASS REUNION           


It’s our High School Class Reunion,

And we are gathered here

To renew old bonds and friendships

And memories we’ve held dear.


Will we recognize our classmates

Once so lean and spry,

Now showing life’s sad changes

From years that seemed to fly?


For time has grayed most every head,

With some as white as snow,

And destroyed the hair on some heads

So shiny scalps now show.


And some of us have put on weight.

Yes, I am one of those.

There’s furrowed brows and double chins;

There’s bunions on our toes.


Some middles display so much girth

That belts are worn half-mast

And many eyes are framed and lensed

So fading sight will last.


Just look at all those dentured smiles

And orthopedic shoes.

And look at all that wrinkled skin …

Time sure does sing the blues.


I scan the room, but I’m perplexed,

For faces look so strange.

The ones I thought I’d recognize

Are showing too much change.


It’s really true! The chunky one,

With apple dumpling face,

Was once our Beauty Queen of note,

Thin and full of grace

And what about the gent with cane,

Unsteady on his feet?

If I am right, he used to be

Our favorite athlete.


I look aound at everyone.

I guess we’re all the same,

For youth no longer favors us

In life’s elusive game.


But men will offer handshakes.

The girls will surely hug.

We’ll sing and dance and reminisce

And feel our heartstrings tug.


Then we’ll finish off the evening

By raising glasses high,

In toast to youthful High School years,

Dear friends … a fond goodbye.


4/29/92 –Phyllis DeWitt VanVleck


Used by Griffith, Indiana High School Classes of ‘40 and ‘41,and requested for use by two other classes.

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