Time

Just a poem that speaks of how time either flies by too fast or seems to pass unbearably slowly. For me, I often wish that when I looked at the clock the numbers I see would make sense to me..

Oh what a wonderful blessing - 

To watch time pass as it should;

Not to flee by in a frenzy,

Nor to crawl to the slowest drawl.

'Tis this blessing we experience,

When outer forces no longer rule,

When inner demons are put to rest,

And all that's left is our control....

Author's Note

My life always feels like time is either at a standstill or it is flying before my eyes so fast I cannot find it. I look at the clock and either it seems seconds are taking hours or hours are taking seconds. I wonder what it would feel like to pass time at the perfect pace where one feels as though events are making sense. To me I believe contentment and control in our lives are the components that enable us to do this.

Reviews

[paddy d daly]

I get what you are saying, sometimes
I feel like that too, there is a concept
called Mindfulness, you may have
heard of it, apparently it's all about
Living in the moment, probably not
easy to do, anyway l liked the poem
and best of luck...paddy

[I Shred This Cabbage]

Such an interesting idea to explore. I’ve often thought that happiness is something akin to the feeling of time passing at the correct speed - slow enough that we can stop to appreciate our surroundings and our place in the world. Depression moves too slow, while anxiety rushes us into oblivion. Well done!