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"Ode to Time That Always Gets You Wrong" - a poem by Carter Hansell

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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