Rush To Stop Poem by Jessica Goudreault

I think that time plays tricks on us
Because it never seems to be short or long enough,
It never is how you want it to be,
Maybe it's playing reverse psychology

For when you need an extra hour,
You only get a minute.
If you just need a second,
You end up getting sixty

When there are three hours left at work
It will feel like twelve,
That's for sure,
But when you are with a lover,
After what seems like five minutes
Will really be an hour

It doesn't seem fair
That time flies when we care

If someone is told they have three months to live,
They need more time
That others could give
If somebody else is getting a package in three months,
That is far too long,
They need less time

Time is its meanest
Every night when we sleep

It's always impossible to judge how long we sleep for,
Was it eight hours?
Was it less, or was it more?
Sometimes it feels like we just blinked our eyes,
Other times, we felt like we've died

Time is an ultimate ruler,
Our burden of death
Or our total savior.
It keeps moving,
It doesn't stop.
People keep dying,
As we hear the tick-tock.