By Debi Mukherjee
Is the clock ticking forward ,
Or towards my reckoning, dear friend?
Time, they say is it the great Teacher.
With time, we absorb everything better,
discerning people, relationships, and situations.
Our troubled lives, our existence itself
sometimes provides a deeper meaning.
So why do we mourn the spending of time?
And then again, Time plays the mischief like a young infant! Stretching ever so slowly during our hardships,
but racing forward, when joy is our companion!
Time, a playful busybody, rearranges our moments.
But even stranger, have you noticed my friend?
Time feels really like a fleeting notion —
A little child will tell you, it seems to her an eternity until her next birthday, while
her grandpapa at eighty, may tell you that his life has raced passed him, in the blink of an eye!
By Debi Mukherjee
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