A Subjective Thing
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Depending on your viewpoint,
time seems a subjective thing.
Whenever you're in a rush or anxious,
time suddenly feels perceptively slow:
but when you are having fun, it flies by.
A child's day seems forever;
always enough time to play.
Oblivious to all watches and clocks
a kid's perception of time is askew:
reality's just something to explore.
But that innocence doesn't last:
adults are obsessed with time.
And seemingly speeding up as we age,
years, suddenly morph into memories:
when yesterday's outnumber tomorrow's.
Our measure of time can change,
caught in boredom's doldrums.
The sands of time are forever flowing:
the past, present, and future flow as one,
while 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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