Promptly 4, 5 and 6

An Old Friend

An Old Friend

I know him well, Old Father Time,
his stamp is hard upon me now
each morning from the bed I climb
how slow and painful that I bow
beneath the weight of passing years
these burdens that he casts on me
and yes, the aches and burning tears
they all conspire to make me be
this shrunken frail and worn out thing
that once was young and hopeful so
now memories cold comfort bring
upon my soul before I go
though grey and lined this body be
there’s sunlight still within my mind
Old Father Time, he lets us see
the days were good and often kind.


Line count: 16
Form: It’s rhymed abab and each line has eight syllables. It’s meant to be what I call a chant - read without expression and entirely ruled by the beat. Hence the sparsity of punctuation. I thought it fairly apt for the subject of time and its relentless progression.
For Promptly Poetry Challenge 6, Week 10
Prompt: Time.