Time - Poem by Orlando Belo
When I was a child spending time waiting,
was a cruel, deceptive, illusion.
A fifteen minute wait seemed like an hour.
Now in old age I have reached a conclusion.
A child's view of time is very much overvalued.
As one grows older, that overvalue decreases.
By middle age waiting time levels out
and no longer deceives us.
However, time values do change again,
from middle through to old age.
A reversal of value then slowly takes place
and time depreciates I'm afraid.
And why does the value of time change?
A child has an instinctive inclination,
to be physically active and if that is halted,
time waiting bores them into frustration.
As an adult ages they becomes less physical,
they don't need to run around and play.
Senior citizens often get lost in their thoughts,
then without realizing time just slips away.
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