A RHYME ABOUT TIME

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Have you ever stopped to think about the element of time and why, by far,

More than anything else, it dictates everything we do, everything we are.

The moment we are born they write down the time, likewise when we die.

In between we keep counting, celebrating our birthday as each year goes by.

On New Year’s Eve we count down the final seconds at every year’s end.

Most everything we do is based on schedules, the keyword of which is when.

When we get up, when we work, when we take our pills or when the movie starts.

Time tells us when the cake is done, how fast we run and when the plane departs.

There are clocks everywhere that tell us the time every time we make inquiries.

They relentlessly count the minutes, hours, days, years, decades and centuries

Time is money, time is of the essence, time is waiting for when it’s time to go.

And once we’re on our way we count how long it takes and if we’re fast or slow.

Time marches on and waits for no man, nor by woman can it be blocked.

We must accept it 24/7 as part of all we do and all we are. Tick Tock, Tick Tock.

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About Marc Kuhn

I am a retired radio exec. I've worked at major stations in Philadelphia, Washington, D.C. and Miami. That was then. This is now: I've published seven books and this blog thingy. Need to know more? Really? Okay, I bare/bear all at http://marckuhn.com The other links are for the websites of each of the books I've written. I've been busy! Hope you'll stop by and check them out. Thanks for your interest!
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3 Responses to A RHYME ABOUT TIME

  1. Marc Kuhn says:

    Pete: You and I subscribe to the same theory of relativity, primarily based on age. I too have crossed over into the 70s so, sadly, your comment is timely…pun sort of intended. Thanks for stopping by.

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  2. Pete says:

    But the apparent speed at which time passes is relative to just how old you are. When we are very young and in school time moved so slowly. In our middle years there was never enough time between when we finished our work day until we had to get up and start all over again. Now at 70 and nearing the end of the road of life and looking back it seems that my entire life was but an instant and the last miles are fast approaching.

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  3. Anonymous says:

    Nice!

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