A Scribble In Time
from Simply Story Poetry Hosted by Beverley Joy
New Year's Resolutions. Happy New Year to my readers and listeners. Diaries and calendars are on sale now that the new year has burst out of the starting blocks and will soon gain speed. New Year's Resolutions are made this month. By the end of January, some people will have already broken their well-meaning intentions, a few won't even bother setting any goals for the year, and some will be slow out of the starting blocks and need another month or two before they get started. Others will have set their goals for the year and are competing in the race against time. I wrote this poem reflecting on how we humans run the race against time. A Scribble in TimeTick-tock, tick-tock, time waits for no man The relentless rhythm of the hands As they walk their way around the clock Day in, day out, they never tire of their work. Tick-tock, tick-tock, humans, can only hope to find A way to organise their mind To sync what they do at work and leisure, To fit in with the times, hourly chimes. Tick-tock, tick-tock, I scribble my goals on a piece of paper I sit curled up on my comfy lounge A calendar and diary with art on the cover With a pen and white-out stick ready in hand. Tick-tock, tick-tock, determined to achieve my goals this year I think as I scribble my plan onto the paper I'll do this today, I'll do that tomorrow I'll go here in September, and I'll go there in December. Tick-tock, tick-tock. When I'm finished, I lean back and sit tall in my chair With a smirk on my face, I say, "I've won the race With the hands of time, I've silenced its chimes My plan is sealed in whiteout and ink." Tick-tock, tick-tock, at Christmas time, I know I will find My diary, full of whiteout and scribbles in time Confessions of frustration and of cause celebration In my race to chase time to the finish line. Beverley Joy © 2022 of Simply Story Poetry. All Rights Reserved. Read or listen to my poems on Instagram, Facebook, YouTube, Pinterest, LinkedIn and at simplystorypoetry.comI really appreciate you listening to my poem. Beverley Joy
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