For all the Times

For all those  times
of what could have been,
but never was,

for all those chances
that have been given,
just never taken,

and all these years
the seasons turned,
one by one,

now, at the break of dawn,
the wind will no longer
whisper your name,

for time has run out,
and all chances were lost,
once the last season turned.



rewrite from  2011.



22 Replies to “For all the Times”

  1. I just skimmed through your post and the post was wow. And I must say, it really cool, it that gives people a chance to think.

    Please keep the words coming Mr/Mrs/Miss. Look forward to seeing more inspired post from you.

    Thank you so much for adding a little inspired word to me this morning.

    Peace ✌and Love ❤

  2. Thanks for liking my post.
    I appreciate that very much.

    It shows your concern for such post.


    I still remain  the simple blogger…..

    Peace ✌and Love ❤

  3. Francina,

    Your poem captures the falling of leaves and the fading of life.
    I feel the sorrow of loss in this one, so deftly conveyed. Whether
    with camera or pen, you delve into the heart of the matter and
    you show it to the reader. So very well done, and much enjoyed.


    1. Sarah,

      Thank you, for your lovely comment !
      The leaves are falling over here rapidly.
      This morning the wild geese were calling , summer is gone most definitely.

      Have a lovely weekend,

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