Some weekends
you stay in the same clothes,
don't shower, brush your teeth,
or comb your hair,
eat potato chips and ice cream,
and sleep in a dark room
while the sun shines outside
on smiling faces
swarming the parking lots
of shopping malls.
Sometimes, that's what it takes.
Then you can handle Monday,
the job, the traffic,
and the people again.
They may say
you squandered that
precious time, and
you may agree,
and kick yourself, asking,
"Where did it go? "
It's not like transforming
a week's worth
of grinding hours
at work into a handbag
or a gold watch
to impress friends,
or strangers on the street,
or the Internet.
Those, you see,
are hours well spent.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wow, very insightful take on how society perceives time well spent vs wasting time. I've always wondered about this because there are so many songs and poems that say cherish every moment but is that really altogether possible? There are some moments that feel wasted, and maybe we regret it; but we always do it again lol.
Thanks for your thoughtful comment, your first sentence is exactly what I had in mind here, and your final one is so true. I really wonder if we can “waste” time. Thanks!