Apr 28, 2013

TIME


Visage-less, bodiless, intangible, thou art,
At times charming, others, hideous,
Devour men to all but dust,
Yet the best cure for pained hearts.

Time, oh, time,
How mighty thou art!
Create memories, inflict tears,
Reflect love, engender regrets.

Sit through the shift of seasons, thou did,
Witnessed the fall of nations, thou knew,
Wise and learned, thou always art,
Past and present, thou always rule.

Time, oh, time,
How long do thou need,
To feast on this piece,
Like thou did others?

Time is a wonderful creation. It reveals its authority on us in whatever we do: assignments, meals, accidents... The list is longer than civilisation itself. We, humans, tried to trap time in clocks and watches, but it still overpowers us. It begets us to catch trains, to wake up early in the morning (and students really condemn this), to flip eggs before they get burned on the pan, to veer the helm before a truck bumps into us, to catch shows before they end and to blog quickly before the battery dies (yeah, that's me). 

I've never seen anyone struck by good fortune after meddling with time. Students who waste their time doing useless things instead of studying are awarded with '0's and 'X's on their test papers. Entrepreneurs who saunter behind time have their million-dollar contracts torn and thrown. Medical officers who are late to the rescue have to shoulder the guilt of losing patients' lives for what seems like all eternity. 

Scary, it is; cruel it is; strict, it is. Wrinkles are carved into our skin, agility is sucked out of us and our vision is eventually rendered blurry, all as decided by time. To (temporarily) counter the adverse effects of time, we can only befriend it, utilise it wise and well. 

Time, though ruthless, still pockets our happy memories. It reminds us of our purposes as a parent, a friend, or a teacher... It tells us to smile, to laugh and to treasure. It teaches us to seek, to seize and to share. Time is here to stay, to witness man from cradle to grave, to monitor buildings from bricks to rubble, to accompany trees from seeds to soil...

Time, oh, time,
To thee, I promise:
Act right on time,
Every tick and chime...

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