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And Time Continues to Tick

Another 24 hours. One day.

And time continues to tick on and on.

It does so "at a price."

The dear cost of life.

Each second, minute, and hour

The tick, tick, tick of time's reality

Strikes midnight,

A haunting reminder of

Another wasted day or

A pleasing reflection of

Time well-spent.

Either way,

Results are the same.

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morilla wrote on January 21, 2016, 1:24 AM

From the moment we're born, we are all dying. The only unknown in that equation is the amount of time each of us will be granted and we only have a limited amount of 'control' over the quality of the experience. This can drive some toward accomplishment, others toward 'smoothing' the ride in terms of quality of experience, and some into asking what the whole point is. The only thing that seems to work is to do what you can and not dwell on what you didn't do. The idea is that, even if we had the skills, ability, and opportunities, we simply don't have enough time in Life to "do it all." Thus, the 'waste' isn't in not accomplishing something. The 'waste' is in not doing well what you did manage to accomplish.

CoralLevang wrote on January 21, 2016, 1:35 AM

and once again, a reminder of why a cup of coffee and a conversation will always be my first choice.

morilla wrote on January 21, 2016, 2:00 AM

Well... To each their own in terms of their libation selection... emoticon :smile:

MegL wrote on January 21, 2016, 2:25 AM

Yes, the results are the same. Sometimes, I think the drive to achieve something every day is one that needs to be got rid of!

bestwriter wrote on January 21, 2016, 3:15 AM

Either way results are the same - the day goes never to return.

CoralLevang wrote on January 21, 2016, 4:27 AM

well, a glass of red wine or the single malt scotch might do the trick. emoticon :winking:

BeckyWiegers wrote on January 21, 2016, 5:55 AM

I reckon it would behoove us to put some effort into making it time well spent, either by making an effort to make the journey easier for ourselves and others or by taking time for reflecting on, and appreciating, what we have. This was a wonderful poem, by the way.

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Paulie wrote on January 21, 2016, 7:34 AM

The problem is that time ticks on faster and faster the older we get!

wolfgirl569 wrote on January 21, 2016, 8:57 AM

Tim always gos on but it could slow down some every now and then

msiduri wrote on January 21, 2016, 9:22 AM

I'll disagree a little bit. Time doesn't move faster or slower, of course. Time does what it damn well pleases regardless of what we do. Sometimes it's good to waste time. But time well spent time creates memories.

Mr. Siduri and I were looking through a bunch of old pictures a while back. He just casually remarked, "You know, I don't have much to complain about." I don't remember precisely what we were looking at, but trust me, it wasn't our villa on the Riviera. No one gets out of this alive, granted, but it's nice to remember good times and good friends. And some wasted days.

RuthCox wrote on January 21, 2016, 9:32 AM

Aptly worded verse, Coral, and it reminded me of the "Wasted Days and Wasted Nights" tune. I try not to fret over the price of a day, wasted or well-spent. I am really making an effort to live and embrace each moment as my life clock ticks away.

markgraham wrote on January 21, 2016, 10:14 AM

Good to see you back writing. I noticed you are on a computer and got things worked out.

markgraham wrote on January 21, 2016, 10:15 AM

The poem speaks the truth for time does seem to move on no matter what.

CoralLevang wrote on January 21, 2016, 11:00 AM

I am still on my phone. I have not yet finished with getting my computer together

markgraham wrote on January 21, 2016, 11:33 AM

It looked like you typed it on the computer.

BarbRad wrote on January 23, 2016, 1:59 AM

I wish this weren't so true. Every day passed is one less to come.

AliCanary wrote on January 23, 2016, 2:45 PM

Ooh, that phrase, "another wasted day"--it stings. I've had those.