Time Out


One weekend
I decided,
being of the giving kind,
to take my friend Time out,
might he need a break to unwind?
To my view he’d been working too hard,
passing everything in sight,
until night blurred into day and daytime into night.

I asked him, might he speak with his boss,
to request an extended leave?
He replied this was unlikely,
as his boss, Greenwich
was a hard taskmaster and mean.

Nonetheless, upon the issue I prevailed,
until my friend agreed
to take a two-week-sail.
For that 14 day period,
he did not once count,
though he was the only one who knew
since no functioning clocks could sound.

From that day back
and forward
Time has taken occasional rest
because even a man like time
needs to take himself out
to be his best.

2 thoughts on “Time Out

  1. Well that’s a nice complement. Thank you. I once read that a lot of people who think they don’t like poetry just haven’t run into poetry they like. There are so many types of poetry out there, it’s easy to get frustrated and just decide it isn’t your thing. I would encourage you to explore a little. I get where you’re coming from, because I used to feel the same way.

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