A Subjective Thing
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Time is a subjective thing,
depending on your viewpoint.
Whenever you're in a rush or anxious,
suddenly, time feels perceptively slow,
but if you are having fun, it speeds up.
A child's day runs forever;
they always find time to play.
Reality was once theirs to explore;
oblivious to all watches and clocks,
their understanding of time was askew.
But those long days did not last;
now, there's never enough time.
And seemingly speeding up as we age,
years suddenly morph into memories;
yesterdays outnumber your tomorrows.
Our perceptions of time change,
caught in boredom's doldrums.
And we tend to waste the little we have;
but the sands of time never stop flowing,
the past, present, and future flow as one.
We squander what we treasure;
till we learn, we've no time left.
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2022
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