Archive 09/02/10

 

   

Time Was

                                                                  

 

Time was when time wasn't

Just another malingerer's excuse for suffering existence,

Letting old age bore boredom to death,

 

Just an innocuous, clichéd catch phrase

Apposite with (rather, was inimical to) crying uncle,

Out of frustration with, resignation to, mortality,

 

Just one more reason for dressing in seasonal disorder,

Accepting sexual dysfunction and Alzheimer's disease

As the routine contraindications of being human.

 

Indeed, time was when time wasn't

Such a fussbudget, a tantrum-throwing curmudgeon

Who would beat its own shadow to a bloody pulp,

 

Whenever the opportunity arose

To explode a tempest out of a tea kettle's volcano spout,

Instead took God's prodding in stride,

 

No matter that He was forever punishing His creations

For watching pots, worshiping clocks, speaking ticktock,

Just because, once, time knew not itself.

 

 

 

 

 

 

                               

 

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