Time is fleeting, a spec of ideation
Bearing fruits of longing and emotion,
Creeping up on you whenever time is up.
You are either in a hurry or you wait for it to stop.
I was wondering about the lack of time in real human life.
When chores aren’t much fun
The child in me wants goodies, play, and joy.
But time is ruthless, with its wings spread wide for all—
Work here, go there, the timeless routine of my time being real.
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Full-time we work, and half-time we break, we barely get free time
Unless we can make.
There’s one hope to shape
The idea of time is a monstrous complexion!
Leave it to the rotten modern civilization.
In nature time is cyclical, everything repeats.
Why invent the wheel of time,
When all its phases are just fine?
Do this, do that, get over it, and stop.
Time never stills, it’s fleeting.
The true essence of time is love.
***I originally published this poem on Medium.***
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Gabriela Trofin-Tatár
Full Stack Developer in the making and mother of 3 littles. Curious, bookaholic and travel addict. I also write on Medium and Substack: https://medium.com/@chicachiflada & https://chicachiflada.substack.com/
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Omggg, your handwriting is soooo beautiful! I loved both your poem and your handwriting!