Taking Care Of Business by Chris Sorrenti
Time is a strange beast
In how occasionally it seems to move fast
Otherwise slow
While the hands and digits of
Any and all clocks
Move relatively at the same speed
In that it matters
Only
When we have to be somewhere
An appointment
Deadline to be met
Otherwise it is totally meaningless
In retirement
I eat when I’m hungry
Sleep when tired
All too quickly
Or better quickly enough
Hours pass into another day another night
With lots to keep me busy
And though occasionally still get bored
Wouldn’t have it any other way
© 2014
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12/28/2014 Author's Note: The closing poem in This, That, And A Few Other Things.
Posted on 12/28/2014 Copyright © 2024 Chris Sorrenti
Member Comments on this Poem |
Posted by Ken Harnisch on 12/29/14 at 07:06 PM Past retirement age, I now work conscious of the fact I've always hated deadlines and schedules, and fearful what I'd be doing if I didn't have them to worry about. I envy you your casual acceptance of the unscheduled day, Chris and work for the day when I can join you in disregard of the clock and all its hands! Happy New Year! |
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