Chasing time

A Poem By Bijal Shah

Photo by Aron on Unsplash

Slippery time.

Precious, I slice it up.

Everyone has a piece.

Often more than me.

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My little ones sustain themselves on healthy portions.

Friends and family share it.

Work secures a chunk.

Strangers at the market gobble a morsel.

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At dawn I am bursting with it.

By dusk its surrendered

To others whom I have committed to.

Left with mere scraps.

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Night falls, I am tired.

My sleep seizes it.

I shut my eyes, preparing for slumber.

Maybe tomorrow I will savour a meaningful piece.

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