But At Least We Live in the Same Time-Zone
July 31, 2014 § 1 Comment
If I were to be jealous, I’d be jealous of Time,
Because it has been your greatest companion,
By recording your first breath
And possibly your very last.
You are always asking for it, as it ticks on your wrist
In the form of a grey watch,
And on your bedroom wall
In the form of a cockatoo clock,
Where it replies in click-clocks and tick-tocks,
Like the steps your feet take on the floor,
But these days are ones you mark on your calendar,
Or perhaps a play in which you act the protagonist’s role.
Never in the rush of its company to end,
Wishing it be everlasting.
Though nothing is such; Time
Accompanies deadlines and memorials
For those who thought it stay by them forever.
It won’t always be there, as it has
Fooled you into thinking so.
Time will betray you one day,
By leaving unexpected,
But if I were to pass on anything I’ve learnt,
It would be, to distrust it.