a whisper

a whisper

		I asked my mother what time it was
		at 2:46 p.m. on a slow Sunday afternoon
		and she replied, time for groceries.

		I asked my father what time it was
		at 7:45 a.m. on a crisp Saturday morning
		and he replied, time for pancakes.

		I asked my uncle what time it was
		at 9:45 p.m. on a yawning Tuesday night
		and he replied, time to stop asking questions.

		I asked my brother what time it was
		at exactly 10:00 a.m. on a Sunny Spring morning
		and he replied, time for papa's funeral.

		I asked my teacher what time it was
		at 2:05 p.m. on a same same same day
		and she replied, time to change the world.

		I asked my rabbi what time it was
		at 11:11 a.m. in our hopeful Saturday school
		and he replied, time to ask bigger questions.

		I asked my best friend what time it was
		at 10:20 a.m. in the school's cafeteria
		and he replied, it's all subjective.

		I asked my kid sister what time it was
		at 6:09 p.m. at our April family picnic
		and she replied, what is time?

		I asked myself what time it was
		on a dark, lonely Summer night,
		and something whispered in my ear,
		
		time to change a world. 
		
		What time is it? 5:07 a.m.
		What time is it? 5:09 a.m.
                  What time is it? 5:11 a.m.

I don’t know why I put this piece up - I don’t really like it… but something in it was making it very hard for me to bury.

I like it.

I feel like I would see it in a chain email or something… but still, I like it, and those sometimes.

I don’t know why you don’t like this. The first time I read it I didn’t like the last stanza. But the second time I read it, I loved the last stanza.

This is good stuff.

At the end you’ve skipped every other second. At that rate our time will run out more quickly than we want. It’s no wonder you don’t like (thinking about) it.

deb,

Every other minute, but true none the less. Quite an insight, thank you.

Hmmm, nice poem thang you got there, dude! I liked it. It was extremely well-written! =D>