No matter
what
Our
machinations,
Our time gets
eaten up
Seconds seep,
lost in thought
In sickness
or sorrow
Whole chunks disappear
Youthful
hourglasses
Half-full of
sand
And half-empty
later days
Happiness and
joy
Draw deep
from our reserve,
Swallowing
our time in quick, greedy gulps
Day-to-day
routines
Ever-consuming
regular bites
… And much
sleep
So true that often whole chunks of time disappear, and we have no idea at all where they went. And so true, sleep eats it it up too, which is both a necessity AND a waste (I think).
ReplyDeleteYes, there are far too many 'Ever-consuming regular bites..." and we should take time to just hold the glass a while before we partake!
ReplyDeleteYes, eaten, used, spent! Well put--ground down, we are, to the finest grains. Yet the words and fears of loss--not of health, content, and investment--haunt our perceptions of living. It took more than half of my life to learn what cats already knew about napping.
ReplyDeleteAbsolutely! every word taken...time flies and at each stage it is different yet the same in substance
ReplyDeleteYou are right, Eric, 'no matter what' time gets eaten up, for all sorts of reasons. Some seem more legitimate than others.
ReplyDeleteWell-penned. Time is indeed something we can't store... it flies away just like that.
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Ugh where does the time go?
ReplyDeleteThis poem says exactly what I feel these days.....time is FLYING past, me running along behind, impossible to catch my breath. Sigh. Well done, kiddo!
ReplyDeleteThanks for reading, Sherry... and thanks for referring to me as "kiddo" too! :)
DeleteWow Eric. I love the title and the sense of life being ground with each pass of the stone.
ReplyDeletethere is no stopping time or trying to recoup...shall we move along... I really enjoyed the way you brought the ordinary to the surface...
ReplyDeleteSo true... I especially like the fourth stanza.
ReplyDeletewe all can relate to this......nice thoughts :)
ReplyDeleteYes..time is lost so easily..and you can never get it back..eloquently put..
ReplyDeleteMaybe we should sleep a little less? Or write more to feel like we actually do more?
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