OLD MAN TIME, I’M YOUR MASTER
Old Man Time, I’ve tamed you
I am your master
Now it’s me who decide
Whether you move slower or faster.
For too long I’ve given you full reign
To your behest I servilely did surrender-
Gone, no more your tyranny
Enough courage I have managed to muster
And how glad I am
To be free from your fetter
You coerced , you pushed, you bullied
But I’m no machine—I know better
What I want from life and what I should do
Surely not to be your slave or follower
What does it matter to you
Whether I’m in the office or wander
In my garden or read my favourite poems
Play my violin or admire the wonder
Of the dawn, the glory of sunset and its last glow
Why should you bother?
You should by now have realized
You owe your existence to man’s quest for order
You have a life only because we are kind
You are but a metaphor!
So leave me alone, you wearisome old man
Don’t you dare again look me over the shoulder
The world is what I make of it—I am my own mentor
As for you, I’d recommend you go into a long, long slumber!
FOOTNOTE: poetry is often a leap of the imagination and, with this, poets can write anything or fly to any place in the entire universe-
ergo--no poet can ever have dull moments.
Sanctified by his love for truth, beauty and adventure and also his need for release of his thoughts, feelings and emotions, he becomes larger than what he is and his life is infinitely enriched.
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