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“Thus, though we cannot make our sun
Stand still, yet we will make him run.” – Andrew Marvell
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Time Running
We tend to spend time running,
Or, glancing at the clock, in waiting,
For some event, or happenstance,
To fill our lives, anticipating,
Perhaps a reward for being patient,
Or seeking satisfaction somehow,
That our needs will have fulfillment,
To bring our future to our now.
Time is but a tap upon resources,
To leave it running without using it,
Is wasteful in the extreme,
Do not go through days abusing it,
But savor it, and use it with delight,
In every moment, and splash of liquid essence,
For every drop of time you waste,
Is one more heartbeat lost to effervescence.
Dissipating into silence, and washing darkness,
With forgetfulness, and memory with sleep.
Time comes running, like a child in joy,
To be caressed and treasured, not slip into the deep.
We are creatures, not of steps but of motion,
A whirlwind of random swerves and miles,
Gathering fruits of storm-drawn blessings,
Having earned them only with our smiles.
NicknamedBob . . . . . . . September 25th, 2020
It just slips right through our fingers, doesn’t it, Bob?
Great insight! Thanks! <3
Very nice, Bob. Evocative, atmospheric even.