Tic Toc
That infernal clock
Ticking off minutes
It begs the question
How many till we die?
Like fingers down a blackboard
Change the tune
Toc Tic
Get it over with
How can anything pace so slow
And yet run so fast
It's got stamina I'll give it that
Not that anybody asked
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Author:
Lorna (
Offline) - Published: August 22nd, 2021 04:02
- Category: Reflection
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Comments5
Ignore it, Lorna, ignore it. Agree with the sentiment embodied in your well penned piece, but still I ignore it.
Just a little annoyed with myself that I "ate up time" by ignoring it years ago when I should have been paying attention to all the wonderful (I always ignored the bad stuff and there was that) things I had with my husband who is gone now. I did stop and say "thank you for all the adventures" to him sometimes but he just looked at me and wondered what I was on about......
Ah - to ignore time doesn't mean I don't savor the moment - that is where my attention is focused - not on the bloody clock.......I think I've missed something - please correct me if you are of the same mind.
I am not of "sane" mind - (I know you didn't type that).
Sorry - you have lost me. Are you all right?
Got you - late, but I got you. 'Sorry for getting confused. Sane - there's not a lot of it where I live. I look in the mirror and know that while I'm alright, I'm really not so sure of the bloke on the other side of the glass....
Good write Lorna.
thoughts to ponder
Or ask, how much more can i fit into every minute, every hour, day, week year......
Time moves steadily on and all we can do is live one tick at a time. Great write Lorna.
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