time fliesA Poem by annie leethe measure of our days
time to set the clock time to go to bed time to feed the dog time to wash the car time to mow the grass time to pay the bills time to waste money to burn time to lick the stamps oh we don’t do that anymore, do we? think of all the things we don’t do anymore, little tasks that have been streamlined into inconsequential motions. time to face the music time to pay the piper time to rise and shine time to walk away time to cut your losses time to count your blessings what does time look like? like the wind? like a glacier? it all depends on your vantage point. the young see it as the glacier, huge and icy, movement barely perceptible. those of us who have raced the glacier for a while see it like the wind, inexorable like the glacier, but swift like the wind and jostling us on our path, reminding us of who is in charge. time to spare no time to spare time to call his bluff time to spill the beans time is the shadow of our future. he draws rings in the trunks of trees. he draws rings under our eyes. time is our enemy. time is our friend. time is the tool we are given. how we use it determines its value. time to go
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