A foot taps anxiously, tap tap tap
As seconds tick tock by
A mind is wrapped in uselessness
As minutes tick tock by
The futility felt again denied
As hours tick tock by
And fear makes friends with boredom
As days they tick tock by
And weeks go by becoming months
As years are left for dead
The future means as much as past
And now is lost to time
The punctual make a mark, impress
The leaders of this world
But how many years are wasted,
Anxious, tapping at the ground
The tube pulls in, it's always late
As fretful souls embark
On a journey never meant to be
Any more than a destination
Yet the journey is what's experienced
As life sets on its way
I'd happily hear your thoughts
You have the final say
Please tell me what you think
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I try not to think (too often) of the time I waste- otherwise I'd go mad each time I had to queue up for something. It is something I think a lot more about now than I did when I was younger. I sometimes ask myself "is this worth the thirty minutes I'll never get back?"
Funny how time becomes far more valuable when you think you have less of it.
Clever- I do love a poem that gets me thinking.
Nicely done, Westley.
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