Dear Time!
Only fools think that they can bind
You in seconds, minutes, hours, and days
Like a captive held in a cage.
Dear Time!
You flow like the river of Life.
Paradoxical, you are in your ways,
As a minute can be like seconds or days!
Dear Time!
With a clock, you can’t be defined.
It only takes a glance into the week’s days
To understand how you really play.
Dear Time!
Monday is your first child.
Looming high like a stony mountain.
Getting over it is such a pain.
It’s really difficult to comprehend
How its hours get so stretched.
Dear Time!
Tuesday is your second child.
Spreading like a path across rocky terrain.
A milder hike as Monday’s inertia remains,
Yet, it demands a lot of strength
And stamina to get to the day’s end.
Dear Time!
Wednesday is your third child.
Winding like a track in a dusty landscape,
Forcing a brisk walk without a break.
For an escape, the heart begs,
But the minutes do not relent.
Dear Time!
Thursday is your fourth child.
Like a trail sloping downhill with grace,
It’s the middle of the entire trek.
The hours show lights in the distance
And prod the feet to keep trudging.
Dear Time!
Friday is your fifth child.
Like a boulevard with colors that blaze,
Promising fun in the sunset’s haze.
The day starts picking up pace
And whizzes by as the weekend is ahead.
Dear Time!
Saturday is your sixth child.
Like a piazza to party and celebrate,
To rejoice, make merry and just revel.
The minutes shrink as they rush away,
And the day ends even before it begins.
Dear Time!
Sunday is your seventh child.
Like a bed that with a soft mattress is laid
To rest and just recuperate.
The seconds slow down with elegance
As it’s time to meditate and give thanks.
Dear Time!
No one can decide
How you would ever behave!
Only fools think you can be caged
In seconds, minutes, hours, and days!
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