POEM 308: TIME AND LIFE

ever since time found time to be created,
time never cease to fleet,
seconds tick into minutes,
minute tick into hours,
hours make up days
day by the day, years come and go,
while I play the role of a late comer,
always behind, playing catch up,
along the way -
It seems no matter what I try
time finds time to slip away.

birth would be tomorrow,
but today feels like death.

this ride from birth to death,
is yet to begin, but I'm sore overwhelmed,
that I cannot catch my breath.

thoughts thought upon
makes thinking a chore
like cleaning grease off silk with sandpaper,
not worse compared to an ant
embarked on emptying River Nile -
the more I try, the faster time slips away,
three sixty completes another circle,
and I'm abandoned in a paradox of dismay.

time can’t be stopped,
life can't be rushed,
time can’t be slowed,
don’t know why I try
so hard, to make time find time to mark time,
before another birthday
come staring at my face

This is not a poem

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