Time Clock

What is time 
But the incessant
        tick
             tick
                   ticking away
Of the immediate 
Present
Copyright © | Year Posted 2023

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De Beaulieu Avatar
March 17, 2023 at 11:55 AM
Hello Jim Slaughter, time moves on no matter what happens. Rnjoy your day my friend.
De Beaulieu Avatar
March 19, 2023 at 10:28 AM
Hello Jim, right you are. Enjoy your day my friend.
Slaughter Avatar
March 17, 2023 at 1:16 PM
There's no arguing with that, Darlene, thanks.
Lillico  Avatar
March 14, 2023 at 12:01 PM
...and we are supposed to seize it...how so?! :)
Slaughter Avatar
March 14, 2023 at 12:50 PM
Carpe diem? I don't think that's possible, M. Time is like grains of sand...it just slips through your fingers.
Poet Avatar
March 11, 2023 at 10:53 AM
Great piece of writing; this subject needs a lot of attention. As compared to the billions of light years separating galaxies, we appear to be smaller than an angstrom. We have very little spare time to accomplish anything other than focus on staying alive.
Slaughter Avatar
March 11, 2023 at 12:46 PM
What's more important than that? Thanks, S P.
La France Avatar
March 11, 2023 at 10:35 AM
Jim, wonderful write, actually I have been giving this exact thing a lot of thought lately, in one click a thought, deed or experience is the past, so why we choose to hang on, blessings, Constance
Slaughter Avatar
March 11, 2023 at 10:41 AM
Thanks, Constance. I don't think there is a truly acceptable answer to your question. Probably because we can't do anything about either the past or the future, and have very little time to do anything except try to survive the present.
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