stuffed brown bears with red bows

begin to fill the brightly lit shopping aisles

another festive season comes along

listening to christmas music we wonder how time flies

the wish lists

slowly appear

simple gift ideas

quickly disappear

my wish list is ready

with what i desire most in this this heart of mine

one gift is all I need this festive season

the precious gift of time


Photo by Fredrik Öhlander on Unsplash

4 thoughts on “Time

  1. This is a seasonal and very enjoyable poem. I too am fascinated by the movement of time past, present and future and how we perceive it in our minds. Thank you.

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  2. A thoughtful piece, Sobhana, when the world seems to be a racing. Even though the end of year marker is in some ways artificial, just an invention, we all feel it. I don’t know whether time is a gift we can give to ourselves, I sometimes wish that it was.


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