Time is. A poem.

Time is short

It stands in line, dwarfed by all the other narcissistic concepts
All wanting a piece of our mind
Another piece of the pie
A little bit more of our

Time is

Wondering when it will have its
Time in the sun
And yet

Time flies
When you’re having fun
And there’s never enough

Time is

Needed to do all the things
Needed to be done
My time is so important
But not as much as yours

Time is

Something we all want more of
But even when we have it
We just fritter it away
As if it were an endless resource
As it it would always stay

I’d take the time
But instead time takes me
And suddenly
I’m all out of time
Because

Time is

And

Time was

I wish I had so much more

Time

Because soon we’ll reach
The end of the line

And then

Time’s up

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For more of my poetry, check out Poetry for the Sad, Lonely and Hopelessly Endangered and The All or the Nothing, available in print.

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Published by stevestillstanding

I’m a writer who loves tabletop role playing games, poetry, music, movies, comics, books and (you guessed it) writing. Occasionally I have something to say...

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