When I was a young boy asked to perform some chore
I would often reply, “in a minute”. I thought the use of
such a phrase might enable me to postpone the task.
It never did.
From as far back as I can remember my time-keeping
has been poor. I have been late for dates, interviews
hospital appointments and important meetings.
Time held no value.
Auden said, “Time will say nothing but I told you so”,
but time moved too fast for me to hear or perhaps I
chose not to listen.
I have wasted time.
Time has unexpectedly slowed in middle age. I appreciate
the minutes and the hours spent with loved ones and in
doing those things that I enjoy.
Time to relax.
Inevitably time will speed up once more but I don’t mind. It
feels like standing on loose sand and sinking – sometimes
slowly, often not – depending on my own actions.
“The time you enjoy wasting is not wasted time.” (Bertrand Russell)
poem © copyright Brian Shirra 2012