First published on Free Verse Revolution as part of their Monthly Theme: Time.
We think of life as a marathon
But look back and we’ve run a sprint
Where did all that time go?
No more than an emotional glint
When did we become slaves to time?
Living our lives by the clock face
Strapped to our wrists
Ticking at a regular pace
I remember a time when time didn’t exist
I can even tell you the year – 1982
Time was no more than day and night
To live in the moment was all I wanted to do
I was thirteen that summer time
Playing footie over the Ganges Field
My marathon, all but started
With friends and fun, happiness my yield
Now I find time has overtaken me
With less in front than behind
Sprinting towards the finish line
My future no longer defined
Oh time; you liar, deceiver
Letting us believe we will live forever
Like a con artists promise
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This is a great piece!
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👍🏻❤️
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Congratulations! 🙂
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Thank you, although I’m not sure for what 🤔
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It’s to celebrate another publication recognizing your work!
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That’s a lovely way to put it. Thank you Suzi, I’m just grateful to be read ❤️
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