A Subjective Thing

Depending on your viewpoint: time is a subjective thing. When you are in a rush or feel anxious, time suddenly seems perceptively slow: but when you are having fun, it flies by. A child's day seems forever; always finding time to play. Oblivious to all watches and clocks a child's awareness of time is askew: for it's a concept they've yet to master. But that innocence doesn't last: adults are obsessed with time. And seemingly speeding up as we age, years, suddenly morph into memories: as yesterday's outnumber tomorrow's. Caught in boredom's doldrums, our perceptions of time change, The sands of time keep forever flowing: the past, present, and future flow as one as we rush to waste what little we have. We squander what we treasure; till we find, there's no time left.
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Kendrick Avatar
August 22, 2023 at 5:39 AM
Good one. We do squander time for sure. We have to have some time to ourselves, we have to have a relaxation period at times, etc. which seem to be a waste for some people, but we need those times to survive with vitality. Thanks for sharing these ideas about time with us. Sara
Pinet Avatar
August 22, 2023 at 7:52 AM
Thanks, Sara, as always, my friend, I appreciate your comments, Emile.
Miller Avatar
August 6, 2022 at 1:13 AM
So true, Emile, so true. A fine poem; thank you for sharing
Pinet Avatar
August 6, 2022 at 7:56 AM
Thanks, Terry, as always my friend, I appreciate your comments, Emile.
Hankins Avatar
August 5, 2022 at 1:34 PM
You speak the truth, my friend. The older we get the faster time seems to fly by. So true. I loved your last two lines especially, because, I think, we are all guilty of doing this without really thinking about it until it is too late. Good writing, Emile!
Pinet Avatar
August 5, 2022 at 3:38 PM
Thanks, Milt, time is a tricky thing indeed, I appreciate your comments my friend, Emile.
Young Avatar
August 5, 2022 at 12:54 PM
Interesting, the abrupt ending. Like the Sopranos final episode--cut to black. Disturbing, I like it.
Pinet Avatar
August 5, 2022 at 3:40 PM
Thanks, Steven, I appreciate your comments, time is often cut off abruptly my friend, Emile.
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