Time is ticking away as we all run
Become a slave to society; to the clock
Do we ever stop to make time for us?
When birds fly, we go with the flock

And if we lived on a planet with more time
They would say we need to work some more
Because our lives are never about any fun
But it should be able to open up the right door

Sadly, we’re classified the moment we’re born
Why do we have to suffer and choose to endure?
When we were all born to be free from the flock
And go down a path we really want; one that’s sure

But here we are as time ticks itself away
We all run to the clock like sounds of a gun
We need to stop every now and then because
We need to remember a time when we had fun

┬ęDiana Jillian


2 thoughts on “Time

  1. The truth in your poem resonates loudly.
    I’m reminded of that quote to “…smell the roses”
    It’s important in our society these days not let our individuality get lost or to forget the essence of who we are.
    A really good poem.


    1. Thank you for reading. I was putting together my A-Z blogs in a rush because I didn’t know when the call for a kidney would come in….Time’s been on my brain lately.


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