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Rated: ASR · Poetry · Contest Entry · #1986004
Time poem. What I do with it. How much I don't have.
Time

I waste too much of it.
I spend it doing useless activities
that don't get me anywhere closer to creating goals, let alone reaching them.
I watch others dance around blissfully
talking about how they don't have any time
to do all the things they need to.
I sit like a lard lump in the corner
wondering why I don't have time
to do all the things I should be doing.

I waste time thinking
about how much time I'm wasting.
About how I wish I could click rewind
and tell my little self not to eat so much
and to go talk to that boy,
to apologize to that friend you lost touch with.
To tell her to play sports and get involved
and sing more often, you have a great voice.
Go talk to your parents and tell them everything,
don't hold it in, because trust me it sucks.

I wish I could go forward in time
just to see if I made it.
To see if I lost that weight
or met a guy or had children.
I want to convince myself that
I don't need to go back in time
to tell myself to do different.
Tell me I did exactly right. Please.

Time is the worst and best and most uncontrollable thing on earth.
It can be fast or slow,
good or bad,
memorable or oh-god-let-me-just-forget-my-life.
You can't stop it or control it in any way.
It can make someone go mad.
It can make someone get frustrated.
But since you can't make it do what you please,

Do things worth writing,
say things worth quoting,
make friends worth remembering,
make love worth lasting,
Just make your time spent here worth being spent.

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