Saving Time
March 27 2023
It's 5 o’clock, somewhere.
Even a broken watch is right
twice a day.
And, for the parsimonious
a stitch in time saves . . . .
Clichés
have their kernel of truth;
like stereotypes
there's something there.
But time flies
is irrefutable.
Now, more behind me than ahead.
5 in the afternoon
and darkness descends,
midnight
on the doomsday clock
is drawing near,
no stopping it.
Or cocktails, if you wish.
Because it's always 5 pm somewhere,
so drown your sorrows
and toast the day.
About posterity, I'm not so sure;
the end
really is the end.
We may be promiscuous
with words like “always”
“ever after”
“for all eternity”;
but there's no forever,
and people forget
so soon.
Just as there's no saves 9.
All that rush and breathlessness
and shouldering aside,
when in the end
there's no getting back
the time you kept.
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