Time

Ticktock, the clock calculates time; the seconds morph into minutes. Then, the minutes converge as hours; that accumulate into days, till the weeks pile up into months. Tethered to thoughts of forever; time transcends the concept of years.

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Eve Roper

Date: 3/9/2020 10:21:00 PM

Our younger years time was unimportant, just hurry up and finish what ever we were doing so we could do the next thing on the list. Now, time is so important because one wonders how much more do we have. Enjoyed reading,

Emile Pinet
Date: 3/10/2020 10:40:00 AM

Thanks Eve, I appreciate your comments my friend, Emile.

Caren Krutsinger

Date: 3/9/2020 3:49:00 PM

It is amazing to me what we can do with time; and what we forget to do, and what we resent we never did. This poem reminds me how fast it escapes our grasp.

Emile Pinet
Date: 3/10/2020 10:41:00 AM

Thanks Caren, time is an amazing thing...I appreciate your comments my friend, Emile.