Time is a thief
that keeps taking us by surprise.
Or hiding key aspects of what it knows about us
and what we keep forgetting.
Schedules are fuel to burn.
Intentions a Super Highway of high-speed chases
that never get on the news.
I’d like to meet my younger self and
tell her she had the right idea
before she hit the snooze alarm
for five years.
This is just what time can do. Love it! Well done!
Feel free to peruse and comment on mine too.
OK!
If you haven’t already written this poem:
tell her she had the right idea
before she hit the snooze alarm
for five years.
I really want you to 🙂
Thank you, garethroi!
You got that right. Time is a thief that no one can stop and who never returns what it has stolen. If only we could talk to our younger selves. I guess we have to sooth our injured psyches by realizing that we can talk to our older selves who may or may not listen, but at least we can ty.
Good entry.
Thank you, Timothy.
Love this … have no clever comments … I just love it.
Thank you, Enscriptor.