The time
Once upon
Was full of hope
The time
Once still
Was turned to dope
The time
Once found
Was formed to light
The time
Is now
Seek new delight
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"THE time has come," the Walrus said,
"To talk of many things;
Of blogs - and pics - and writing hacks -
Of snowy days - and springs..."
(with apologies to Lewis Carroll)
The time
Once upon
Was full of hope
The time
Once still
Was turned to dope
The time
Once found
Was formed to light
The time
Is now
Seek new delight
On springwound gears or atomic cycle
The familiar clockface depends
To remind us of our mortality and counts down to our ends.
The time just kept marching on. No matter how fast she worked she just could not seem to get ahead of it. Finally after feverently working for several hours and feeling like the job was not close to complete she stopped. She left the room, closed the door and made herself a nice hot cup of coffee. She deserved a treat for getting halfway there. She would breathe and rest for a bit and then plunge in again.
The clock's face tells a story about the past. It has seen many things.
Yet it lives in the present with every tick. It lives in the now as the seconds pass. It doesn't look back, but moves on in it's journey...
around. and around. and around.
With every second, a heart beat, looking toward the future is unthought of. Now is the time and now is the place.
Until the clock stops ticking.
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