My Appreciation For Time
Time.
No one needs it.
It's worthless.
Until you miss your son's wedding,
and the bride holds it against you for 27 years,
Time.
Who made up this silly concept?
It's crazy,
It makes some of us always seem impolite, rude even.
Not important at all until you miss your appointed time
in a courtroom.
Time.
It's a stupid concept.
Made up by accountants, and clock-makers.
It's confining. It's boring.
It's nothing I like.
I can barely even tell time.
I have so little interest in it.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2018
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