Ode to Time That Always Gets You Wrong
Once upon a time,
I forget what time it was.
Once upon a time,
I never checked the clock.
Once upon a time,
I could not understand.
Time
is a movement
that you cannot control,
only move with
or around.
Don't I love it when
I am late for the train?
Don't I love it when
I missed the bell?
Don’t I love it when
I turned in the book late?
Time
I may think of it
as a person
or power,
always looking
to make fun of me.
It’s time to
wake up.
It’s time to
clean your room.
It’s time to
pack up.
Time.
Like trash,
it can be
wasted,
thrown away,
even killed.
But it never will leave.
You ran out of time.
To do your assignment.
You ran out of time.
To finish your chores.
You ran out of time.
To get to school.
How?
Time still exists,
still happens.
But you can run out.
Like a currency,
like money.
Time is money.
-Carter Hansell, freshman
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