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Time 2Posted on 25/2/2007 at 2:52 AM in Poetry - Post Comment
TIME 2
Time seems infinite Laid out in years ahead. I wonder how shall I Tend this crop of mine? What shall I do with it? What shall it do with me? The years start full of promises They will never keep. Like politicians, they lie, And the years end with the clang Of a shutting gate. Finished. Ended. Finite.
The months whisper by One after another, Like a solemn parade That starts with a march And ends with a stroll.
The weeks are busy Madly confused, excited. The Mad Hatter in a hurry Never getting anywhere. Forever setting out.
The days, the lovely days, Start with the cheerful sun End with the languid moon. Divided by food and water Blessed with labour done.
A minute is uncanny, A minute lasts forever, Or speeds by while you blink. It's never where you look And always where you don't.
Now here's a second A twinkle, a gleam, a sprite! Is it here, there or neverwhere? How long is a second's life? How do you measure neverwhen?
Watches and clocks and calendars They measure all this nonsense. Mr Einstein said time is relative Your time is relative to mine. So different folk have different time And time is money and time is art, Time is technology, time is philosophy, And time has a way of healing pain. Time is told with shadow, stone and water And clocks are moved With cogs and wheels and atoms. Yet we know not what it is.
24.2.07
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