Time in a bottle

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Is my hourglass broken?

Are the grains of sand in my time capsule

so infinitesimally small

that time goes faster than it should?

Most days, time is irrelevant.

But when those hours are important,

when those minutes have meaning

and those seconds truly count,

time races by,

turning the moments that we relish

into time we are made to reflect,

turning the present

quickly into the past.

But as those moments pass by,

as those seconds hastily morph into hours,

I can only smile,

knowing that those hours that passed so swiftly

were well worth the short time

that I got to enjoy them.

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3 thoughts on “Time in a bottle

  1. Fabulous! I just love the last four lines – “I can only smile, knowing that those hours that passed so swiftly were well worth the short time that I got to enjoy them.” What a juxtaposition of “hours” and “short time.” It beautifully captures how, as the saying goes, time flies when we’re having fun. But it drags when it’s not so fun. I constantly feel like my hourglass is broken ha! 🙂

  2. Love this (and I can definitely sympathize with it)! I also enjoy how the poem itself is shaped — like hourglasses coming one after the other, like time passing.

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