Friday, 4 February 2011
Ok readers, I try to avoid changing my work once I have written it. This is because I like to write spontaneously…etc
I feel like nothing is wrong or right in poetry so I never feel the need to change a piece as they are correct by default..
However, on this occasion I felt that my previous post of this poem didn’t capture my point so I have changed it…
If time were affordable…
If time, is affordable?
It is! It is! It is I hear you say, time is affordable. People charge per hour to give advice that is perhaps considered quite sour, some charge to build steel towers or consult with those in power…
Again! Again! Again I ask, if time were affordable?
I’ve no concern with the rates charged to hear people think whilst jiggling ink or modelling in minks.
Money can’t buy time, not really, not nearly, no not at all. I say time isn’t affordable.
If time were affordable…
One pound, dollar or naira to regain an hour…
Regain an hour… an hour lost, what if?
1.6 pence for a minute back, get back that minute, take back that one thing too many said.
Or perhaps a sum of £50 million to skip back a decade or maybe just a year?
Or a grand for the chance to eliminate the time you encountered your worst fear.
Better still write off past tears …. Clear the debt of tears and somehow sanctify past years?
Pay to get that one moment back when there was a time for you to show you cared.
Pay to revisit a moment you lacked courage and failed to dare. ..
Again, what if time were affordable chargeable and such?
Bread, eggs, sugar, and time… in the basket, an idea sublime!
Time, time and time again, at some point we all desire more time….more time to pine, uncross that line or seek the divine…
Time, time, time! If it were affordable why would we feel the need to strive to shine?
Time…
Time…
Time…
Time, an unaffordable and necessary sign?
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