Time (an observation)

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(sketch by nelkumi – poet, artist, story teller and dog-lover. Thank you nelkumi, for your inspiration and generosity)

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When I was still quite small

And the world just so big,

I’d sit alone and think

About how long each day

Took passing to the night.

As I grew old and bold,

I knew time was a race –

And now the days are short

And nights are for deep thought.

So in this race with time

That I will call a life,

If you should see me fall

And take my time to rise,

No need for you to mind –

I’m keeping time in front.

Let him think he’s winning…

It gives more time to see –

The beauty in short days,

The wonder in long nights,

The innocence in eyes

Much younger than my own.

Time

Time is of the essence. 

Action must be sustained

Lest the moment remain unseized. 

Procrastination is the thief of time. 

And,

Time waits for no man.

Idle hands are the devils tools, 

Actions are easily overlooked. 

As through fingers, slips time. 

Remember,

Time cannot be tamed. 

The persistent sweep remains

Despite our futile games. 

Onwards the march of time.  

Still,

Time and again

We seek to hide mistakes 

Or shelve our worst laid plans,

Hoping they never find their time. 

However,

Time is always,

One step ahead and

One step behind.

Watching, following, biding its time. 

Until,

Time rushes in

And with its relentless passage –

Past transgressions revealed; 

Beneath the veil of time.