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Time Keeps
Ticking Each Day Away
By Jennifer Costales
The moon,
the sun, each day
passing us by,
The clock still ticking, telling us the
time.
The atoms in each object,
making up the mass,
Viruses and bacteria,
multiplying fast.
Cells in our body,
performing their tedious function,
Waking and sleeping, we work in
conjunction.
The river slowly flows, carrying
bits and pieces,
The waves wildly crashing, lapping on the
beaches.
Our lives are controlled by one circular
object,
A concept so large, yet compacted to fit in a
pocket.
The clock, the watch,
the invention of man,
Time can be calculated by an
hourglass full of sand.
Meetings and classes,
concerts and dinners,
Deadlines and obligations
, papers and
planners.
Everyday we're reminded
of our position on
earth,
By the time span from now,
back to our birth.
What use is our time
here if not well spent,
Organize your life and
never let it go unkempt.
United we work, struggling to keep with
time,
We must be quick, or suffer being left behind.
Stress and angst, fear and hate,
So many feelings of an unpleasant state.
Yet where can we go, what can we
do,
To escape time and restrictions
too.
To remember that time does not constitute the
"I,"
Is the only way to live before
you die.
To remember that time is only an
invention,
And should only offer a small amount of restriction.
To remember that only we can determine what
we do,
Not time, people,
or obligations to name a few.
As E.M. Forester wrote in "The Other Side of the
Hedge,"
'This is where the road ends,'(the time),
'And through this gate humanity'
(our escape
from reality).
If we live for each other,
working together,
Then we have unity,
and peace forever.
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