Delinquency

"Time is the thief you cannot banish." Phyllis Mc Ginley, Writer, 1905 - 1978 if you cannot beat them join the crowd of armed unkind robbers otherwise you end up with identity fraud at the hands of the thugs instead rule and divide the hourglass one step at every moment synchronize what must be said and done and count the rewards an imposed time machine is a wicked illusion and criminal offence pick your own pockets calm rapid paces and speed up your apathy turning tides do not steal pebbles from beaches the sun never asks where her rays have gone to moons follow their path without wondering when a waterfall keeps its composure even when falling cancel direct debit to people who don’t care for you standing orders are not written in hard grafted stone debts can be cleared and overdrafts countervailed the only mortgage you have is to live to your tempo a bit of rhythm helps when the pendulum swings backwards and forth rhymes a chime for when the final bell takes its toll as the coffin lies vacant if you have not filled it with meaning before permanence rests in the grave a time sheet spread out over nothingness infringes upon the tick tock of joy imposters can try as hard as they want to steel your dial will try to bend all the hands of fortune magic and fate but destiny comes from the springs rewound at every dawn vacant echoes will be enriched with challenging meter when the ultimate curtain unveils to your own applause as the poachers admit defeat and fall on swift swords feel free to mock burglars and mischievous muggers a dead man’s pockets are full of victory’s memories 10th November 2020