A Subjective Thing
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Seven-Ten
Created by Emile J. Pinet in 2018, (Seven-Ten), (must be centered). There should be a distinctive pattern. Do not use blank spaces to create shapes; use words. A non rhyme, twenty two-line verse poem with (190 Syllables)- 7 7 10 10 10, 7 7 10 10 10, 7 7 10 10 10, 7 7 10 10 10, 7 7
Time is a subjective thing,
alining with your viewpoint.
Whenever you're in a rush or anxious,
it feels like time is perceptively slow,
but if you're having fun, it runs faster.
When young, days feel forever;
there's always something to do.
All the universe was yours to explore;
and oblivious to watches and clocks,
your perspective was effectively new.
But those years flew by too fast;
now, there's never enough time.
And seemingly speeding up as we age;
overnight, years morph into memories,
and yesterdays outnumber tomorrows.
Our perceptions of time change
snagged 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 are all one.
We squander what we treasure;
till we learn, we've no time left.
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2022
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