Sunday, March 15, 2009

Poem - Time is Ticking

We seem to think that time stands still

Because we hardly notice when it passes

We sometimes forget that every minute counts

Even the minutes spent busying ourselves doing nothing

We only notice time in huge leaps –

In days, months and years

We overlook the fact that those days, months, years

Are made up of those seconds and minutes

That ticked by when we were not looking

3 comments:

  1. The Wordsmythe11:40 am

    Hi Favoured Girl,
    Thanks so much for your comment on my post and more importantly, for putting my blog on your blogroll.

    I really enjoy reading your stories and found your poem on time quite apt.
    Keep on churning out the stories and I look forward to your book being published.

    Ciao,
    The Wordsmythe

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  2. Oh sure. Time runs away with wings on his feet, without the thought of the sand flowing through his mind.Time seems to whizz by even faster as one becomes older too *sigh*
    Lovely told, you.

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  3. This reminds me of a quote from MLK:

    "The major problem of life is learning how to handle the costly interruptions. The door that slams shut, the plan that got sidetracked, the marriage that failed. Or that lovely poem that didn't get written because someone knocked on the door."

    Life does go by ever so quietly that we hardly notice. Every day we are given 24 golden hours. The question is, "what do we do with them?"

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