Chasing time
A Poem By Bijal Shah
Slippery time.
Precious, I slice it up.
Everyone has a piece.
Often more than me.
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My little ones sustain themselves on healthy portions.
Friends and family share it.
Work secures a chunk.
Strangers at the market gobble a morsel.
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At dawn I am bursting with it.
By dusk its surrendered
To others whom I have committed to.
Left with mere scraps.
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Night falls, I am tired.
My sleep seizes it.
I shut my eyes, preparing for slumber.
Maybe tomorrow I will savour a meaningful piece.
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