Time is out to get me,
He hates my very face.
If he sees me running,
He runs the other way.
I might miss my train or plane,
Or earn myself a slap.
But this does naught, but add to his glee.
Time, why do you torment me?
NB: this was one of my earliest poems and is still one of my favourites. It deals with my time management and lateness problem ;-).
The picture is of one of Salvador Dali's most famous works 'The Persistence of Memory'. I love his surrealist style.
"I wasted time, and now doth time waste me," William Shakespeare
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