Time to reflect on a monotony of days, repeating a pattern as never before in my lifetime. Here is a bit of unpretentious light verse, to cheer the day. It should be read as quickly as possible.
I apologise in advance for any rhymes that offend the modernists,but any creativity is good for the soul.
Let Time be a Game Between two seconds In time that beckons, There is always a border Just to keep order. The border exists, Put there to resist Our desire to stray Into life, as a play. No seconds, just acts Not dependent on facts, But given to whims That can end in sins. Borders are safer, An imaginary wafer To hold seconds apart. Put life in a bar-chart. Seconds like stitches Joined through with hitches, Is time caught in a net, To keep fancies in check. Three score and ten Is the biblical end. Waste ten at school Playing the fool, And twenty asleep Or at least counting sheep, And ten being worried, Ten being unhurried, And ten in love With your turtledove. Leaves just ten unspent. So no time to repent! Crash through those borders Embrace new disorders, Love the discorders, Dispatch time’s daft hoarders. Let time’s chariot draw near. Clip its wings without fear. That last shovel of earth, Celebrate like your birth. From an idea in Gustav Meyrink's short story, 'Bal macabre.' Taken from my collection, Getting to Grips.
Clive and Eva La Pensée 