Time
A Poem
Sometimes, I’m amazed — Lovingly amazed at my own insecurities and greediness.
Insecurities — Not about life or death. Greediness — Not for fortunes or deep pockets.
I’m insecure about the moments I get. I’m quite greedy for more and more time.
Time that’s precious. Time that flies at a fast pace. Time that can never be altered. Time that doesn’t change its path. Time that doesn’t stop by for anybody.
Time that flows like water that you can hold on to, only for a few seconds. It escapes easily through the fine gaps of your fingers. It doesn’t help even if you hold it in a fist, it still escapes.
Time that gives us ample opportunities — opportunities that we don’t grab, and then we stop and regret and regret, but time doesn’t stop even if we stop and regret and regret for an entire lifetime.
Time has its own pattern and its own rhythm which we must follow. We fail to follow this rhythm, and this alters the pattern of our lives.
I’m insecure about the moments I get. I’m quite greedy for more and more time.
I continue to be amazed — Lovingly amazed at my own insecurities and greediness.
“Time is free, but it’s priceless. You can’t own it, but you can use it. You can’t keep it, but you can spend it. Once you’ve lost it, you can never get it back.” — Harvey MacKay
© A.H. Mehr — April 2022 (All Rights Reserved)
