Time

It’s all that matters, all that should matter,

But we let it slip through our fingers,

The seconds, the hours, the weeks, the decades

It tick tocks away, rhythmically, steadily,

Until one day we take a step back,

And it hits us how little we have left,

[If we have any left at all]

And how much we have whiled away,

Wishing we were someone we aren’t,

Wishing we were someplace we aren’t,

Wishing we were something we aren’t,

All in vain

All for naught,

Without realising that we had then what we may not have now,

We had then what we may never have again,

We had time.

We had years to come and years to enjoy,

Yet we spent them wishing we had more

Wishing

Wishing

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10 thoughts on “Time

  1. Mrs Kannan says:

    Well put Kiddo.😚 👌👌

    Time is the only gift given by God
    Equally to all –24 hrs a day.
    Be it the Queen if England
    or the man on the street
    Not a second more , not a second less..
    let’s make the Best of it.🙌🙌

  2. Glen says:

    Miss Trusha Ganesh,You never cease to amaze…your thoughts causes one to think ,these in particular have made me realize the need to slow down and smell the roses.Thank you dearest….

    • chiqutam says:

      “Dearest”?? My, will Aunty S have a thing or two to say about that or WHAT?!
      P.S: Thanks for the uplifting comment. I really mean it when I say that it made my day 😀

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