Forever Forever Forever
FOREVER FOREVER FOREVER
What time is it?
What time is it again?
Is it time yet?
What time is it?
What time is it again?
Is it time yet?
What time is it?
What time is it again?
Is it time yet?
Posted on May 31, 2018, in Poetry and tagged Enquiry, Life, Reality, Time, Uncertainty. Bookmark the permalink. 14 Comments.
Ben Naga 
Proof that we invented time just to drive ourselves crazy.
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Although that was not the original intention I think. It probably seemed a good idea at the *time*. 🙂
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Crazy and funny.
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I think of the young child asking, “Is it time yet?” Sometimes several times.
I think of the adult drawn deeply into keeping track of all the “business” of her day.
I think of the old man whose memory is not all it once was.
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my hand-less watch
amused at your poetry,
smiles 🙂
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Look! No hands!
Happy to give you a smile. 🙂
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And so we go through our days, slaves to time…. Nice to go beyond it once in awhile. 🙂
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I find sleep and good dreams can do wonders. 🙂
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That and meditation. 😔🌻🙂
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Quite so. 🙂
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Sounds like my kids when they were about five years old.
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Yes. That was part of the inspiration for this.
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Agreed that this is something we can connect children to, but we’d be fooling ourselves if we said as adults we haven’t done the same. Smiles.
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I wouldn’t dream of it. 🙂
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