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Time
Time is a commodity
I can no longer afford
When I was young
the concept of time
had little meaning
The days seemed to last forever
Upon occasion,
I was magically transported through time,
falling asleep on the sofa,
but waking up in my own bed.
I liked the way my mother
would wake me in the mornings,
rubbing my back softly
and saying “Come on sweetie,
It is time to get up.
You have to get ready
and go to school”.
As an adult, alarms would wake me
to get ready for work.
My wife’s alarm played dainty
music soft and sweet.
I could easily sleep right through that.
However, my alarm was loud and obnoxious,
the kind that could wake the dead
as if some calamity had just happened.
It made me spring to life in a mad panic
Saying, “Where’s the baby?!”
when I didn’t even have a baby!
Now, in old age I am awake far beyond
what the alarm is set for.
My aged body not letting me sleep
As if it is telling me
I haven’t got time to sleep,
that I should instead be productive,
do something, create something,
travel and see something,
be someone,
the person I’ve always wanted to be,
the person I should have been
If I only had a little more time.
I can no longer afford
When I was young
the concept of time
had little meaning
The days seemed to last forever
Upon occasion,
I was magically transported through time,
falling asleep on the sofa,
but waking up in my own bed.
I liked the way my mother
would wake me in the mornings,
rubbing my back softly
and saying “Come on sweetie,
It is time to get up.
You have to get ready
and go to school”.
As an adult, alarms would wake me
to get ready for work.
My wife’s alarm played dainty
music soft and sweet.
I could easily sleep right through that.
However, my alarm was loud and obnoxious,
the kind that could wake the dead
as if some calamity had just happened.
It made me spring to life in a mad panic
Saying, “Where’s the baby?!”
when I didn’t even have a baby!
Now, in old age I am awake far beyond
what the alarm is set for.
My aged body not letting me sleep
As if it is telling me
I haven’t got time to sleep,
that I should instead be productive,
do something, create something,
travel and see something,
be someone,
the person I’ve always wanted to be,
the person I should have been
If I only had a little more time.
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