{"id":248,"date":"2019-02-03T22:59:08","date_gmt":"2019-02-04T04:59:08","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/ladykathleen.com\/?p=248"},"modified":"2019-02-25T19:59:49","modified_gmt":"2019-02-25T19:59:49","slug":"time","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ladykathleen.com\/poetry\/time\/","title":{"rendered":"Time"},"content":{"rendered":"<div style=\"clear: both\"><\/div>\n<p>Remember in the sands of time,<br \/>\nOur life ripples though as one grain.<br \/>\nWe may feel our time is most prime,<br \/>\nBut its only a bubble in champagne.<\/p>\n<p>As we live through the years,<br \/>\nThings appear to go ever so slow.<br \/>\nOur view of a year, it sometimes appears,<br \/>\nLike we are wading through dough.<\/p>\n<p>But if you take that year and compare<br \/>\nIt to a lifetime of an old man.<br \/>\nThen that year will suddenly appear<br \/>\nAs if the year was over before it began.<\/p>\n<p>Now if you take the life span of some<br \/>\nAnd look at it again with all of mankind.<br \/>\nThen that life span now has become<br \/>\nVery short and totally redefined.<\/p>\n<p>So as your going through your life song<br \/>\nAnd your battle is a up hill climb<br \/>\nRemember a lifetime to us, can seem quiet long,<br \/>\nBut in fact it*s only a speck in the history of time.<\/p>\n<hr>\n<p>Poem Style &#8211; Quatrain \/ Poem Catagory &#8211; Other<br \/>\nWritten by Lady Kathleen<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Remember in the sands of time, Our life ripples though as one grain. We may feel our time is most prime, But its only a bubble in champagne. As we live through the years, Things appear to go ever so slow. Our view of a year, it sometimes appears, Like we are wading through dough. [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":1795,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_et_pb_use_builder":"","_et_pb_old_content":"","_et_gb_content_width":"","rop_custom_images_group":[],"rop_custom_messages_group":[],"rop_publish_now":"initial","rop_publish_now_accounts":{"facebook_10217940033071675_2067660953325404":"","twitter_62031022_62031022":""},"rop_publish_now_history":[],"rop_publish_now_status":"pending","jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":true,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":true,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2}},"categories":[39,4],"tags":[104,353,397,409,410,413,458,535,542,599,600,651,718,782],"class_list":["post-248","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-other","category-quatrain","tag-champagne","tag-history-of-time","tag-lady-kathleen","tag-life-ripples","tag-life-span","tag-lifetime","tag-mankind","tag-old-man","tag-other","tag-quatrain","tag-quatrain-poem","tag-sands-of-time","tag-speck","tag-time-poem"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"https:\/\/ladykathleen.com\/poetry\/files\/2019\/02\/hourglass2s.jpg","jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/saKwh0-time","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/ladykathleen.com\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/248","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/ladykathleen.com\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/ladykathleen.com\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ladykathleen.com\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ladykathleen.com\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=248"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/ladykathleen.com\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/248\/revisions"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ladykathleen.com\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/1795"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/ladykathleen.com\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=248"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ladykathleen.com\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=248"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ladykathleen.com\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=248"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}