Chasing Time

Chasing Time

I once chased time down rabbit holes for fun,
when youthful spirit flowed within my veins.
And, always in a hurry, time would run —
as quickly as the sands, each hour, drain.
I've now slowed down as time runs through my brain;
the seconds tick away each passing year.
And though I've stopped the chase, time still remains
a taunting voice that ticks within my ear,
like heartbeats, pounding out my secret fear.
Behind me now, my fading youth I see.
Ahead, death's threshold waits, becoming clear
that time itself's been shrewdly chasing me.
   Last night, a startling sight I did behold —
   a rabbit, lily white, lay still and cold.


Written in iambic pentameter.
Rhyme scheme: abab bcbc cdcd ee.


"Similar in format to the English or Shakespearean sonnet, the Spenserian has three quatrains and a closing sonnet, which are sometimes combined as one complete stanza." This excerpt is copied from

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