! ! Before Time Comments

Bob, my sentiments completely. Sadly we record our life by hours in the day, but the old ways were much simpler and more beneficial. Top marks and thanks for sharing this with us my friend. David

I love this one, Bob. It is so refreshing to think of an era not ruled by clocks. A simpler, less complicated. existence under the sun and the stars. A quality poem from a quality poet.10/10 Friends at poemhunter, Sandra

men truly have gone off track

Greed for power, greed for control has always been (since Eve and her apple) but the to destruct is manmade - nothing wrong with our world, it's battling to overcome man's disgrace and disrepect - nature keeps returning as from the beginning of time, giving us another chance but man remains blind - Leaders remain deaf and attention to natural disasters gets pointed out rather than Brother killing Brother whatever the age - An alarming fact Bob, well written

It is true that our natural life has been disrupted by various time machines but is it not an irony that we have run out of time? A universal poem in its true significance. Great work, Bob. Worth to read..........................10/10. Regards Naseer

you portray most beautiful pictures indeed.... hey i ll quote a song.. i listen to this song every day! ! ! 'More Than This By Vanessa Carlton' Cradling stones hold fire bright As crickets call out to the moonlight As you lean in to steal a kiss I'll never need more than this We all share the pain of our histories But the ache goes away if you could see This night under stars, well, I call it peace If you say, I'll never need more than this The trees grow so thick You can barely see through But the forest bestows the simplest of truths You think you'll be happy if granted one more wish But the truth is you'll never need more, You'll never need more You'll never need more than this Want so much in this life, There's so much to be We sail through our youth so impatiently Until we see That the years move along And soldiers and heroes come home And they carry a song, Don't live in forgotten times May this always remind you Of the sea under the skies blue looking glass Let's make this our story, let's live in the glory Time, it fades away, Precious as a song Cause someday we'll be gone Cradling stones hold fire bright As we watch the glow of the morning light Someday our bones here they will lie, and so we sing As the years move along and soldiers and heroes come home And they carry a song Let's make this our story, Let's live in the glory Time, it fades away, Precious as a song Cause someday we'll be gone' yeah your ones are beautiful indeed.. infact when we visit the pages of some people.. i feel... i do not need more than this... with love shan

bob.....it is a remarkable poem of what nature has given us, and mans greed for more.there is a thin line between need and greed, which is the cause of allproblems of ours.nature gives us all, so we should realise and take care of nature.i thoroughly, relished reading this poem.

well crafted words with lovely expressions.........so cute to read..........

A poem in romance with its own mysticism inside...in ancient times all civilizations grew giving due attention due respect to nature...and thus benefitted a lot...but now we are trying to force nature to obey us...good awareness poem Bob...thanks...10

A rather idealistic and romantic, but nonetheless quite enchanting depiction of a time before man's mind and quest to grow materially - grew exponentially. Sad that there can't be a compromise between the 'good' of progress and it's darker, more dangerous side. And yet, of course, there can be and there is. There was good and bad behavior at every time in history, and I for one would not like to go back to a time before anaesthetics! . But I do agree with you that the more one compartmentalizes time, the less of it there seems to be for the joy of just 'being'. A perceptive poem about awareness - well worth reading. Love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

A lovely calming write Bob, before progress things were so different, some things are better now, some not, great imagery in this 10 from me Lynda xx

There is so much truth contained in these words and your imagery captures the attention. This is definitely a poem worth reading many times over to enjoy each nuance. Thank you.

the sands of time are running freely, how much sand is left my bottom glass is nearly full, time measurement is theft unlike flipping the hour glass, time does not stand still and we cannot start again, oh! lives bitter pill

Remarkable imageries came out from this very thoughtful poem! 10+

To read this poem is to read your soul Bob...you have a wonderful way with words and a philosophy which makes me envious...A really super read regards Alf

wonderful poem.beautiful imgination. voted10 surya

lovely imagery 'what is this life of full of care if we have no time to stand and stare' -10 anjali

sir...a beautiful poem indeed.....we have really become too materialistic....10

A lovely poem which I much enjoyed. These days it's all mobile phones, Ipods, Bipods, Watches, flat screens, laptops, digital cameras, etc etc etc . It's good to remember sometimes, just where it all started. This is a 'take what you want' society, with no thought to the earths beauty and resources. Populated by single minded nutters who are determined to kill and destroy. I remember when a mobile phone was a fantasy. Now we can't live with out them. Best Steve An Even Madder Merseyside Poet