A Subjective Thing
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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.
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2022
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