We think about the future,
So that we can enjoy its ‘present’.
But like a dollar bill drifting in the wind.
We never do quite catch it.
We worry that it’s not on our side.
Like it’s going by too quickly.
Asking ‘where does it fly’?
Time – isn’t it a peculiar concept?
Does it exist or does it not?
As humans have we just ‘created’ it?
Or is it time that created us?
We can’t rewind the clocks,
And we certainly can’t speed them up.
Why don’t we just get lost in the moment?
And not worry about the time that we’ve lost?
One thought on “Poem: Time”
A significant reflection!
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