This week our suggestions for the Poetry Bus come from The Swiss Lounge blog where there is a group of four photographs from which we select one as a basis for our poem. I chose the timepiece.
Time rules our lives
travel times, appointments,
working hours and chores.
always on the run
with one eye on the clock -
always hurrying, trying
to fit everything in.
Years fly by without our notice
'til one day we wonder if there's
enough time left for all we'd like to do.
Could we learn to control time?
make it work for us -
apportion it for things which must be done
and have a little left over?
Make the most of our time
and not waste it mindlessly?
If we could to that
we might even find
we had time to spare.
No pics today as Olympus whatsit is not responding. Sorry about the technical terms but it's my bedtime and I'm wilting.
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