Time
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Carra Morrison, Grade 10, Elisabeth Murdoch College
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Poetry
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2022
Excellence Award in the 'National Treasures 2022' competition
Time. Ever moving, unwavering in its strength,
Along it we follow, minutes to days, different in their length.
There is surety in its steady movements; never changed or tampered,
A guideline for our actions, knowing they are limited.
Time waits for no one, moments forever fleeting;
But how does one’s comfort for time’s steading beating,
Twist and bend into a hatred and fear of lost seconds?
The realization that we can never turn back or change our direction.
When we reach the precipice of the present, turned past,
We’ll be filled with melancholy that it fades so fast.
Perhaps in fear of the hands ticking forwards - we’ll scream -
Maybe then, see how time is precious as tears stream.
If we use our ephemeral moments to incite happiness
Then we’ll be content with the time that’s passed us.
Knowing that the sun always rises, the clock’s always ticking,
It’ll lead to something better, a bright new beginning.