Of Time and Futility

Seconds and Minutes hurry and scurry
about in numbers too great to count ,

Hours fritter and waste all our
expectations in an off-hand way ,

Days left alone whisper amongst themselves
and in the end we incur their displeasure ,

Weeks harbour thoughts in secret
and keep them hidden from us ,

Months wreak their petty vengeance
whilst our backs are turned ,

Years dream and scheme and slowly and
surely draw their plans against us.

5 thoughts on “Of Time and Futility

  1. Elizabeth Kuriakose

    “Years dream and scheme and slowly and /surely draw their plans against us. ‘ beautifully summed.

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