Ticking Talking

 

What’s that non-stop sound
I can clearly hear
Sounds like a clock
Speaking to my fear

It’s the ticking talking
Life’s clock moving along
Telling me time won’t wait
I shouldn’t dally long

I spend so many hours
Doing so very little
Into my life’s days
I carelessly whittle

But isn’t that really
What Life is all about?
Doing lots of nothing
Never showing any doubt

So my life’s clock speaks
Its ticking talking to me
I’ll listen and enjoy it
And live my life free

 

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Ah, time!  Always a good subject for poetry.  And appropriate today, as today is my day off from work and I get to spend it doing as much nothing as I like.  I have done twelve hours of overtime this week and will do sixteen next week and every week thereafter until the boss says no more, which could be awhile.  I would have done fourteen this week, but I spaced going in early on Monday.  Now it’s fixed in my head to do so.

 

This, then, is my excuse for missing my post yesterday.  I got up at 0730 and was out of the house ninety-ish minutes later.  I went to the 7-11 and back so Sam could have smokes, and then went to work.  Thursday is usually a day off, but won’t be for awhile now.  I work 10 – 1830 on Thursdays for the foreseeable future.  I need to do a little time management, I guess, so I don’t miss a Thursday post again.  I didn’t have much to report on other than the overtime anyway.

 

That’s it for this week.  See you Monday.