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Time's day-off
by Charlie Morgani pass by Time, She's bent over trying to talk;
of course no one's listening; it's Her day off!
She telescopes out and sees us as cockroaches,
aphids of generations left and going asunder,
going about our affairs as though they matter.
She's straggled from all the years tending
to Her flock who believe that She moves;
alas, She is happy with Her companion of destiny.
be here. be there. count only when you're counted.
let the wanderers go, an accounting will occur.
Time herself is beginning to believe that She moves;
the Universe has a straightening-out to do with Her.
an adjustment of attitude is called for and forth. 11/04/2008 Posted on 11/04/2008
Copyright © 2026 Charlie Morgan
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Alison McKenzie on 11/04/08 at 06:38 PM This is such a good way to put it in laymen's terms. |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 11/04/08 at 08:35 PM I like this a lot my friend. We may not be able to reverse it 'yet' but at least we can put it in perspective. |
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