How I tell time

Do you worry about the
seconds, minutes, and hours?
I never knew that a clock
had such time-consuming powers.

This is how I tell time

The length of cigarettes
to give me a chance to calm my stress.
Drinks with friends,
enjoying each other’s company before it ends.
Cussing and swearing to my heart’s content.
I can let loose those fucking words, but just for a moment.
Laughing and smiling when things go wrong
because I know I won’t have a chance again when it’s all said and done.
Getting lost in a daydream,
witnessing what I can achieve.
Procrastinating on things that need done
when a nap sounds like more fun.
How much it takes to recover from laughing so hard,
knowing damn well that it was the funniest thing I’ve ever heard!
And how long it takes for tears to dry
after a very painful goodbye.

Can you see why
I don’t let little hands tell me the time.
It’s said, “Time waits for no one.”

I beg to differ.
Life waits for no one.”
Still not convinced?
Take some time…

14 Comments on “How I tell time

  1. Great Post as always…
    It reminded me of this passage:

    Try to imagine a life without timekeeping.

    You probably can’t.

    You know the month, the year, the day of the week. There is a clock on your wall or the dashboard of your car. You have a schedule, a calendar, a time for dinner or a movie.

    Yet all around you, timekeeping is ignored.

    Birds are not late. A dog does not check its watch. Deer do not fret over passing birthdays.

    Man alone measures time.
    Man alone chimes the hour.

    And, because of this, man alone suffers a paralyzing fear that no other creature endures.

    A fear of time running out.

    Mitch Albom

    🖤🖤

    Liked by 4 people

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