In many ways, life is like a roll of toilet paper. The closer you get to the end, the faster it goes. For those of you who make comments about how fast time is passing, the following poem is for you.
| The Speed of Time The speed of time is not a constant sort of an expression It seems to be experiencing vast acceleration The more of it that races by, the quicker its progression Foot upon the gas without apparent destination Perhaps because we live in an expanding universe Or the weight of the past is piling up and causing an imbalance Perhaps it’s the result of some revengeful gypsy curse Or just another Homo sapiens odd perceptual talent It took molasses time for humankind to struggle past The days of caves and cobblestones and myths of manticores And now the rate of change has gotten throttled up so fast That they’re already selling DVDs in antique stores An exponentially careening flitting fleeting flirt I frankly am afraid that someone’s going to be hurt |
Copyright © 2010 by Dave Grossman
Medico Musings 