Portions of the Day

I know Time

how it regulates a life

the ticking clock

portions out the day

in segments or

in pieces

I recognize the silence of its

laughter

the silent smugness

but its significance is beyond

my brief

it is not my master

though it creates gaps

I cannot fill

people with their friendships

alas come and go

they have things to do

the stuff of memories

yet there is no reverse

just the cycle….

moving at its own momentum

 

By Paolo Michell

About pmisteil

Hi, my name is Paul though I write under other names like, Thatcher and Paolo, I love literature, art and architecture their passion and drama....the contradictions. The notion of Truth-who is the person behind the mask? Or does it matter! I like long walks and longer conversations over cappuccinos in a cafe with atmosphere and the rest is a journey!
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