Time

As part of my teacher induction I was assigned the job of writing a poem about time. It was a kind of “fill in the blanks” poem that went something like this:

Time is_______________________

Time sounds like_____________________

Time feels like___________________

etc.

Here is what I cam up with:

Time

Time is invisible.

 It sounds like rushing water or a gusty breeze.

 It feels like getting pushed down hill with roller skates on….and sometimes…. if we are lucky, or very determinded,it can feel like opening a present on Christmas morning.

 Time tastes like vanilla ice cream all sweet and cold then melted away and suddenly gone.

 It smells like sweaty boys after a baseball game and looks like home movies on fast forward.

 What we choose to do with our time and who we choose to spend it with are the most important decisions of our lives.

 —Robin Monroe

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