About Time Poem by Max Reif
About Time
Time, that relentless snail,
outpaces every cheetah,
crawls on toward the infinitely
receding finish line
and has no rival but he
who truly lives
in the Present,
for whom the very
idea of a race
has disappeared.
Thus, waiting for Spring Break,
I’m amazed at the infinitesimally slow
pace of the progression of moments,
and how they ever added
up to 58 years I’ll never know,
and also wondering,
if I were really ''Here, Now'',
would there be such
thing as waiting, at all?
Perception of the moment can be a personal one I feel.This is so well written, a trait that we have come to admire in your work.My favourite part has to be: 'And has no rival but he who can truly live in the Present, for whom the very idea of a race has disappeared...This is amazing Max.God Bless you.Love Duncan
It is all in the mind Max! I enjoyed your exploration though. 10 from Tai with time to fly
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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The trick is to live in the moment. Easier said than done. We are usually so busy planning for the future, that the present goes unnoticed. And that's when we miss the beauty of just being. Great insight, and yes, how did we get this old already? ? ? ? Linda