wordsout by godfrey rust
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About Time
They've
lied to us about Time.
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,
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.