A Matter Of Time - Poem by Ayla Tulip
Adam and Eve were not in chase for hurry
And, living up in their Paradise,
Were leading life without empty worry,
Without fooling round needless ties.
But as they got deprived of their Heaven,
They hurried out to sow, to dig and mow,
To plough, to bake, to cook 24/7,
As if they knew the hunger was to grow.
So work became a quite important issue
Three hundred 65 days in a row.
5 days were dedicated not to business,
The rest were work-assured, as we know.
Speed up and hurry! Just ahead and high!
And just some 20 hundred years later
We watched a rocket rise into the sky.
The speed was touching every single matter.
In our search for utter satisfaction,
We have preceeded speed of light in rise.
But still the most beautiful attraction
Is how we can get back to Paradise!
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