The Clock Is Ticking

Time cannot be measured in units

You can travel for miles but it’s out of reach

Though you may have a schedule, the truth is

You’ll never keep years on a leash

 

A life is a canvas, and vast

Yet a teardrop that falls in the sea

The mind travels a world through the past

But will end just 'a storm in the tea'

 

Enjoy here and now all you like

It begins to be over when starting

The child gets what he wanted: "A bike!"

But the pleasure’s already departing

 

Do you think that your life has a meaning?

Well, you’ll only be leaving a mark

On the place where your light had been beaming

Then you’re stumbling around in the dark

 

Time cannot be measured in units

A life is a canvas, and vast

Enjoy here and now but it’s ruthless

You’ll always be gone at the last

Reviews

[A.Lee]

This is really good. I liked the message in it. Usually I point out one verse that I really liked or that stood out to me, but I can't pick just one in this. They all intertwine so strongly that you can't separate them. They're all equally as good. The concept of time has been on my mind a lot lately. I really appreciated this one. & very well written :) 100% from me.

[Crowley]

You are very accurate with your use of rhyme and meter in almost everything I read. This is kind of a twist on "live in the now" people Hearkening back to a nostalgic time period when things were simpler. I wrote about that in my piece the Book Of Millions. Great philosphical subject, backed up by great writing as always with a great punch at the end.

[Ryan Falzon - Tymon]

You've really captured the feeling of time!
"Time cannot be measured in units" is something I'll remember for sure. I loved the repetition of the first stanza only changing the final two lines. Great write!

One tiny small note in the last stanza "units" does not rhyme with "ruthless" (may I suggest bullets?)

[R E Tree]

Time goes fast when I'm having fun. It goes so quick that the fun never lasts. But this poem is simple and shows a understanding of time.

[zombiikillah666]

i relate to this poem, which i also call artwork... i always lose the time of day, week, time, hell, even years...lol.... but this is only because i mostly stumble in the dark with a cup of tea. i freakin love tea. its splendid, just like this poem. (:

[Truly Ross-Wisehart]

The concept of time is most interesting to me. We DO measure time in units, but it is always past or future. How does one measure the present? Perhaps this is why we think so much about what is done and what is to be done, rather than what we are doing.

Fantastic!

~True