I admit it, I am hung up on time. I spend way too much time thinking about time. At my age you begin to watch time go, sometimes day by day. Each day I awaken and for a brief moment I wonder…well, let’s just say I wonder….
But if you’re wondering, today brings you yet another one of my fine poetic efforts. Bullwinkle the Moose just loves when I get inspired to rhyme. The subject is, well, WhaddaYaThink….it’s about time.
The years pass faster now than before.
Already there’s a new one to explore.
Time is relentless, abusive and unkind.
It’s ever present, constantly on my mind.
Time is the one subject I write about most.
It is ceaselessly disruptive, this hostile host.
It plays my day as it selfishly controls my fate.
It shares little and cares less if I am early or late.
It insists on letting me know it’s always there
With calendars and clocks and watches I wear.
Every tick and tock paces me, timing out all my whiles,
The whiles when things get done and the whiles I travel miles.
It accompanies me everywhere and everywhen.
It was there, now it’s here and it’ll be there again.
Time transpires, consuming every moment of me
From my first breath until whenever my last will be.
Then cruelly, unceremoniously, time will slam my door,
Leaving me behind while it travels on, ever more.