Time was always too short to do my best,
Time is too hectic, now my head is a mess.
Time is almost gone, I can only do less,
Time, I think is coming, to have that long rest.
The clock ticks quick, and my heart sweats blood darts.
When is now or the future, and when was the past?
The time I spent was wasted, I wished it hadn't passed,
Time was a cruel mistress, its hand full of crushed glass.
Because time is shorter than a piece of string,
And time is longer than a child’s bike ring.
Time goes quick when my head is in a spin,
My time on earth were scribbles, its history too thin.
Time, I thought was always going to be a blast,
Time, I now know that my best hours have passed.
Time, I try to savour, but it always flies too fast,
Time, the passing of is quick, only my reactions last.
See time is nothing but a human conception,
And time is naught but different human perceptions.
See time is the cruellest, and the most evil deception,
My time's nearly all gone, God, please can I be the exception?
© 2022 – All Rights Reserved Rob Reid - Competition Winner
This won The Creative Writing Groups bi-monthly Competition for Best Poem Feb 2022
