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.
09/02/10
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