I have this 'thing' about time.
And those who express,
Time for them is meaningless.
It is like having a discussion about discipline.
And many can intellectualize it...
But the act of it is too distant for them.
Being on time some define,
Is stated for the purpose to be on it and not late.
Others will take it and waste it as they see fit.
Not arriving before or on time at all.
Just to have another irritated losing patience...
Awaiting to hear an excuse someone makes.
I have this 'thing' about time.
And those who express,
Time for them is meaningless.
It is like having a discussion about discipline.
And many can intellectualize it...
But the act of it is too distant for them.
And long past the hour,
Someone appears in an atmosphere...
That by the minute is getting sour.
And more time is spent,
Listening to inventive excuses...
Describing why they had not called,
To apologize at all.
I have this 'thing' about time.
And those who express,
Time for them is meaningless.
With no sign of respect...
To the one that is questioned,
Why is it they seem to be quite upset!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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