The Rounds of Time (Poem)

Kellen Fairly on Apr 13, 2011

Time is always taunting us, slowing down when we want it to move and speeding up when we need more of it.

The minute hand takes too much time

To work, and make it’s rounds

It drags me through the day of mine

And makes my ups all seem like downs

When I can see what I would work for

And when I work, to get me there

Time it makes all of my work a bore

Once I’ve arrived I stop to stare

And wonder why I worked so long

For a thing that only last a while

Time makes the right seem bitter wrong

And will turn an inch into a mile

It’s possible of course you know

To fullfill your deepest dreams

But there’s something I must say before you go

It’s never all it ever seems

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Comments (7)

Darlene20 on Apr 14, 2011
Nice poem.
JR1307 on Apr 14, 2011
Nicely written
Damien Riley on Apr 14, 2011
Great poem
Oversoul on Apr 14, 2011
Interesting. I very much enjoyed the flow.
Lynn Hollis on Apr 14, 2011
Very nice poem – makes you think about time. We want to use it wisely, but do we spend too much time on some things? Thanks for sharing.
Olive Gardener on Apr 14, 2011
I noticed this. (Children with video games they spend hours and hours to get to the top level, but for what? It’s a glory that lasts a few seconds not a lifetime.)
daffodil on Apr 16, 2011
I absolutely love this. This line especially ‘Time makes the right seem bitter wrong’ is great. After looking through a lot of your stuff you seem to have a real talent

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