INTRO: It’s February already. Diaries and calendars are on sale at massively reduced prices because February is the month that the new year has burst out of the starting blocks and is gaining ground. In Australia, the kids are back in school after the long summer break, community events and groups swing back into their regular time slots.
February is the testing month for any New Year’s Resolutions that were made last month. A percentage of people will have already broken their well-meaning intentions, a few don’t even bother setting any goals for the year, some will be slow out of the starting blocks and need another month or two before they get started. Others will have set their goals for the year and are competing in the race against time. I shared in my blog article Plan To Scribble Time, how I scribbled out my writing plan for 2022. I wrote this poem reflecting on how we humans run the race against time. Beverley Joy
Tick-tock, tick-tock, time waits for no man
The relentless rhythm of the hands
As they walk their way around the clock
Day in, day out, never tiring of their work.
Tick-tock, tick-tock, humans, can only hope to find
A way to organise their mind
To sync what they do at work and leisure,
To fit-in-with-times hourly chimes.
Tick-tock, tick-tock, I scribble my goals on a piece of paper
I sit curled up on my comfy lounge
A calendar and diary with art on the cover
With a pen and white-out stick ready in hand.
Tick-tock, tick-tock, determined to achieve my goals this year
I think as I scribble my plan onto paper
I’ll do this today, I’ll do that tomorrow
I’ll go here in September, I’ll go there in December.
Tick-tock, tick-tock, When I’m finished, I lean back and sit tall in my chair
With a smirk on my face, I say “I’ve won the race
With the hands of time, I’ve silenced its chimes
My plan is sealed in whiteout and ink.”
Tick-tock, tick-tock, at Christmas time I know I will find
My diary, full of whiteout and scribbles in time
Confessions of frustration and of cause celebration
In my race to chase time to the finish line.
Beverley Joy © 2022 of Simply Story Poetry. All Rights Reserved.
For a different concept of time, read or listen to my poem A Rose Of Time
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