Aging

So I appear to be getting older
With more greys than blond for sure
With creaky joints and eyes that aren’t
So focussed anymore

And I see my midline growing
That – I don’t like, I confess
Whilst my heart’s a flipping nuisance
With AWOL beats from stress!

It also takes a little longer
To get from a to b
To mow the lawn or walk the dog
Or even make the tea!

Yet the culprit for these issues
Appears not to care a jot
Just sits there by his armchair
Almost rooted to the spot!

He never lifts a finger
Nor offers to assist
Moreso waves his arms in circles
To ensure no second’s missed

And to drive the point home further
He calls out to ensure
That hourly I’m reminded of
Time knocking on my door!

For whilst I am but human
And aging is my destiny
His face simply never changes
And he stays all wrinkle free!

His frame remains in-tact
Age makes no odds to him
He never gains an ounce of fat
And really stays quite slim

And so long as he’s wound daily
His ticker tick tick tocks
For you see the bane of all my aging woes
I blame on Grandfather Clock!

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Time

Time is but a vacuum
Until that moment
That second
That small small instant
That it resonates
Chimes
Ticks in the breaths we take
The thoughts we have
The words we say
The actions we do
The lives we live
For only then does time
Have substance  

Leap Second Logic

Oh my god I’m so excited
For at midnight today
We’ll get an extra second
With a leap second delay
As time stands still so briefly
A moment to take stock
Whilst all around the world we’ll halt
The tick tock of the clocks!

Yes that’s an extra sixtieth
Of a minute to
Maximise and make good use of
Extending life for you
A jiffy or an instant
That you won’t get again
But don’t go losing sleep if you
Stay put, in bed remain!

Down To The Wire

Down to the wire; the best laid plan
That comes about on time
No dallying not wasting breath
Or standing in a line
But executed perfectly
To be so organised
As to effect efficiency
Despite last minute guise
And so to be just so spot on
With timing to a tee
That says though you thought I’d be late
I’m actually timely!

Frazzled!

I think the word is frazzled
The feeling of perplexed
Or over worked; even harassed
And possibly quite vexed
In a world of endless deadlines
With clocks that tick and chime
The countdown to the next one;
The running out of time
And pressure, stress and tension
To keep up with the rest
In life’s exhausting fast lane
And never-ending test!

Time

Time the fourth dimension
That gets us through each day
Ticking by second, minute, hour
To take us on our way

From past to present, future
It goes continually
From then, to now and onwards still
Into eternity

A measure of duration and
The gaps that fall between
Observed by calendar and clock
Yet never ever seen

And so by temporal measurement
Yet seldom just defined
Time walks its passage through our lives
And cannot be confined

Waiting (A Haiku)

What is waiting if
It’s not the passing of time
Yet time waits for none

Age

They say you’re as old as you feel
But why this obsession at all
For there’s so much else other to think of
Less trip over years and then fall

I mean does it matter how long you’ve existed?
Do we care that some age or look more?
Or some are much younger and greener
Whilst preserving the years well for sure?

Does it really seem so very important
What number of birthdays you’ve had?
When really in essence the point is
Whether you’ve lived a life happy or sad

For some might just live for a short time
But the time that they have here on earth
Makes a difference that’s something amazing
Changing hearts by their virtue of birth

And some might breathe in over a century
With wisdom and stories to tell
Resonating in old age eternal
To then make that difference as well

So make age in fact just a number
Not an edict that summaries you
For what you do with the time that you have here
Is more vital and that is quite true!

English: sandglass that is part of interior Bonifacius-church, Medemblik, The Netherlands (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Life’s Sleep Clock

When they are small there are no hours
Of sleep so guaranteed
As crying baby calls right out
To cater for their needs

Then later into childhood years
The patter of small feet
Beats the alarm in morning time
With smiles to each day greet

Next into adolescence and
Those teenage years they go
Where mornings just now don’t exist
Or not that they will know

Soon comes their college days and well
Bar lectures called at nine
The night-time oil burns ever bright
Where early hours seem fine

Succeeding this, the middle years
With hours that vary wide
From dawn time starts to get to jobs
With late nights to abide

Then old age hits and nights draw in
And sleep just has no rhyme
Arising hourly for relief
And dozing post lunchtime!

¿el tiempo duerme? (Photo credit: tnarik)

The Eleventh Hour

There’s something so terribly appealing
About the eleventh hour back in the day
When deadline’s seem oodles of time off
And procrastination appears to delay
The inevitable – the getting it done bit
The slog that always occurs
When the time limit gets closer and closer
And the pressure starts getting absurd!

When the stress of the “oh my will I make it”
Starts to raise the heart beat with a jolt
And the hands get all clammy and sweaty
Knowing there’s really no time now to bolt!
And then I believe it seems onerous
That eleventh hour that in brightness of day
Said “I’m miles off – take your time and don’t panic
I’m the eleventh hour and light years away!”