Poem: The Tyranny of Time

The tyranny of time

To the beings of earth,
To the stars in the sky,
To all t’were birth’d,
To all yet to die,

The tyranny of time,
reigns o’er us all,
o’er the bone and stone,
o’er the giant and the small.

All things but man,
live in a state o’ bliss,
for tis only man,
Who bound time’s manacle to his wrist,

With the fleet foot of the first,
With the slow step of the second,
With the tardy tread of the third,
Triplicate handed time turns till infinity

Man burns his time and health,
to earn his wealth,
and then he has health and wealth,
but lacks in time,
and in his twilight chime,
He has time and wealth,
and no more his health.

~Me~

Helloo, SUNDAY!

Much machinations and the occasional expletive emanate from my lab, as I continue wrestling with Eta to gently bludgeon the last few flaws out, and then try dealing with the other mountian-load of work I’ve self assigned. I feel like I’m in a constant race against time, practically hearing my lifeclock click every second away. I’m always in two balanced minds about most things, and time is one of those things which both halves can agree that I need a bit more of. Just like a watering can, we can keep pouring time onto our little garden, trying to rear it the best we can, within our lifespan.

Signing off,

Adithyaa Raghavan

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