Time

Time is relative, so they say,
Time can make or break your day.
Moments of joy are fleetingly short.
Time distorts our memories,
Creates whirlpools of reverie,
Where emotions and events blur
and we demur to it’s control,
As time exerts an inevitable hold.
Time is elastic when we are young,
No care, no worry, time is undone.
The days slow almost to a standstill;
They’re hard to fill and its always sunny.
As we age the days fly by,
We’re chasing money and we don’t care
That time is waiting for us.
It has a way of slowing us down,
Pushing us around to make us face reality.
Time is a formality that must be faced,
There is no escape.
The vortex of time gets everyone.

Copyright wordz2Go 27 March 2014

New Year’s Eve 2013

Another year’s gone by,
In the blink of an eye, it seems;
It’s hard to judge how fast, how slow,
Or even how that time has flown
For no two clocks exactly agree;
Picoseconds are time-beam debris.
Time lacks a constant rhythm,
It beats in a vacuum, an absentee.

Time is elastic, it squeezes and stretches
Then etches our memories
Into the heavenly vaults,
To store life stories in the stars.
When we want time to speed, it slows.
“Full speed ahead!” Dead slow it goes.
When we want time to slow, it speeds;
“Dead slow!” Full speed ahead it reads.

We can only interpret time,
The internal rhyme, an unknown;
Subject to a higher power, it’s not our
Tempo to decide.
Immune to our whims and wiles.
And so another year goes by.
The older we get the faster it goes,
The more we’d like time to go slow.

Copyright wordz2Go 31 December 2013