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Life in Times

We all know that Time is but an increment of measure,
but,no one really knows why it is we seem to want to measure Time.
For some reason throughout history, though
we've felt it important to keep a "tally", on things.
How long do the collective seasons last?
How long is a day?
Or when will the night cease it's shadows?
Now days, I find myself measuring things
by quite a different yardstick, my friends.

I see many leaving this world,
irregardless of the time they've been sequestered here.
Children leave before their parents,
younger siblings, and friends move on before their elders,
and it's not because, only the "good die young"!
In my humble opinion,
I truly believe that the ones who are dismissed early,
are the ones who have completed their Final Exams!

Those that are aware of how unnecessary negative feelings are,
how mistrust, jealousy, and envy will definitely chain a heart,
rather than secure a relationship, like holding a person's hand;
and that having company's not an assurance that you're really cared for;
or that a kiss does not a commitment, make.
these few that have "aced" their equivalence to a "pop quiz";
know, that promises are made with the best of intentions,
it's just that you cannot take a promise to the bank.

People don't truly intend to be dishonest, and to lie,
it's just that their passion urges them to commit, proving that they're only human.
The lessons we must learn, include respect for others,
acceptance for faults that are there for all of us,
and that progress towards being understanding...will always clear your head.
Maybe someday, we'll surprise each other,
and forget about "Time", and how long things take
and we'll all start holding our heads up high, like Adults...
instead, of taking the time to act like children.

— docmaverick, Jun 18, 2008

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Region, Country: The High Desert, in the wild west, southern California, U.S. of A.., USA

Favorite Poets: Keates, Poe, Dickinson, and Dr. Seuss. There are a smattering of others, but why bother listing 'em all, ya know?, I also rely on a few of our poets, here....for advice, and what not. I couldn't possibly explain what a fountain of live, effective knowledge we have...right here in our midst ! To catch a glimmer of brilliance, merely visit: the Stream.

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