Monday, March 28, 2011

Poem- TIME

Time

© Erin Friedrichs
The question that is asked the most; we hear it everyday,
“What time Is it?” they want to know, and then they go away.
It's time for bed, it's time for work, or time to feed the fishes,

It's time to take your medicine, or wash and dry the dishes.
Time in seconds, time in hours, so many freckles past a hair,
depending on the zone, or whether daylights savings there.
Time is measured many ways from minutes to months,
Time is what keeps everything from happening at once!

A time to live, a time to die, a time for having fun,
Clocks and calenders alike, all scheduled by the sun.
Intervals that cant be hurried, will not be denied,
a season that we know that's coming, as surely as the tide.

If there ever comes a time when time will be no more,
I wonder how we'll know to quit, or when it was before.
Do we hurry? Do we loaf? It depends upon the time...
Had we started earlier, we'd be finished with this rhyme.


Source: Time, Rhyming Poems http://www.familyfriendpoems.com/funny/poetry.asp?poem=30242#ixzz1HvzgxEOV
 
This poem made me smile as it read it and to think about how I deal with time.  Do I use my time well, spend it with the right people, or waste time that could be spent in better ways.  Why do we spend time?- is it like money?  Well, once it is used it is no more!!  Everyone thinks about time management and planning what we are going to do with our time and at times wish we had not spent those minutes, hours, days, doing things we regret after the time is gone.  I guess time is revolving??-it comes, it goes (like money).  What time is it?  It's time to move on to the next poem.

1 comment:

  1. My art instructor just had a discussion with my class about time. Coming in with the modern era came watches and time the need to know what time it is. Back in the "old days" there were no worries of time no need to be somewhere at a specific time just morning, mid-day and night not much of major restraint to choose.

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