wordsout by godfrey rust
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About Time

They've lied to us about Time. We don't have 
Time on our hands, but only see the lines

it makes on them by slipping through our grasp.
Time isn't up or on our side, it moves 

away from the lost past always to chase
but never catch the future. Time's not money

we can't save it, only spend it differently.
Time isn't short, it outspans memory.

We can't kill Time, for all it ever does
is pass away, and Time's not running out

we have too much of it: our doctors know 
that too much Time kills everyone at last.

Tomorrow always comes. It’s about time 
somebody did something about Time.


Rewritten as an unrhymed sonnet in 2024. 

Godfrey Rust 2000, godfrey@wordsout.co.uk. See here for permissions.