Father Time

I never really understood you when I was younger. I never really noticed whether you were absent or not, but people said it mattered. I couldn't comprehend it. You always had people agitated, screaming like "AHHH Where have you gone?!" But without a doubt you would make your presence known; you would alwa

ys strike through the room and make that noise you make, every lunch time. 12 o'clock on the dot it was. Every day, with no fail just to remind us that you are still around. When I started going to school you would make sure I was awake early so I wouldn't be late and I wanted to beat you with a hammer sometimes, but I knew it was for my own good and I loved you for it.

I'd come home from school and rush to play outside. I would spend the whole day in the sun or in the mud, riding bikes and climbing trees; I'd never know where you would go, but next thing it was dark and you would let us know to call it a day. As I grew older I started losing track of you; I never paid any attention really. I was too caught up in the life of an adolescent. I would pray that some days you would slowly make your way because it always seemed that fun was over when you showed up. I knew that it meant I had to go home, but my friends and I had so much more to talk about.

Then I grew a little bit wiser and you became to matter. By then I was so far behind, I was left chasing you, and I could never seem to catch you. You always seemed so busy and just when I thought we had a moment to spend, you would keep moving. It irritated me, because I felt I would never catch up to you again. I thought I lost you for good. I started remembering when they would tell me "look at his hands", and I came to realise... not once did I ever feel you hold me.

As I really begun to understand the importance of you in my life you started flying, and I would never see you. Days would go by, and I would know you were there, even when you were not where I was. I started asking, I started getting curious and then they told me you were all about the money. Humph! I began to hate you! I started ignoring you when you tried to wake me up. But you never left my mind. Until today I think about you always, you have me running around in circles, I'm always running late and you don't seem to care. I wasn't interested anymore. I gave up on you, on life and decided to just wait, wait until it was over. Now I know whenever I would wait or delay you were passing me, but I was rebelling, I didn't care. 

But don't I regret it? I kept thinking I would always have you around and then I heard you were going coo-coo. Now I wonder if you got it in you to last one more day because you are starting to seem ancient, I used to tease that you were an antique.

That's when everybody now started thinking back on you, reminiscing on the good you, and  then we remembered you now. I shake my head as they fight over you, "He's mine!" "NO! He's MINE" by now I understand you, I just hold them and tell them, "No.... he's Hours..."

Father time