No Time Like The Present
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Sharnee Lester, Grade 12, Brisbane School Distance Education
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Poetry
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2015
Finalist in the 'The Write Track 2015' competition
The moment of darkness before night turns to day
The sound of a clock keeps ticking away
A figure is sleeping alone on a bed
Awakening to brightness and lifting their head
The clock’s second hand points to seven
Continues turning until almost eleven
The figure is already preparing for lunch
When it’s overcome by a curious hunch
Why do the hours so suddenly pass?
Then pondering the neighbour mowing his grass
This grass was here perhaps a second before
But one second passed and it’s here no more
How can therefore such time exist?
Present and future all faded to mist
For present and future only a second will last
Before it travels immediately into the past