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
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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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Thank you, Margaret, glad you enjoyed it. Time is so fascinating…
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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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Thank you, Steve. So true…end of the year being an artificial marker of the passage of time.
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