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?

About Ben Naga

The Spirit that graces me with its passing has no name and stems not from thoughts and words, though it gathers them up as it flows, but from feeling.

Posted on May 31, 2018, in Poetry and tagged , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 14 Comments.

  1. Proof that we invented time just to drive ourselves crazy.

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  2. 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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  3. my hand-less watch
    amused at your poetry,
    smiles πŸ™‚

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  4. And so we go through our days, slaves to time…. Nice to go beyond it once in awhile. πŸ™‚

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  5. Sounds like my kids when they were about five years old.

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  6. 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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