Time and the Rosebud Gatherers

Time flies like an arrow; fruit flies like a banana.

It’s high time I did something.
But at my back I always hear/time’s winged chariot hurrying near….
Time is of the essence (what exactly does that mean?)
Time, gentlemen please, time (as they used to proclaim in pubs at 11pm in the old days)
Do you have the time? (if not the inclination… )
One upon a time (or once below a time, to quote Dylan Thomas )
There is a time to be born and a time to die, a time to fail and a time to try, a time to smile and a time to sigh (and so on).
There is a tide in the affairs of men which taken at the flood leads god knows where
Time was when I could run a marathon before breakfast
There’s a time and a place for everything and now is not the time and this is not the place
How time flies when you’re having fun (usually said sarcastically).

What are days for?
Days are where we live.
They come, they wake us
Time and time over.
They are to be happy in.
Where can we live but days? 

Ah, solving that question
Brings the priest and the doctor
In their long white coats
Running over the fields. 


One response to “Time and the Rosebud Gatherers

  1. This is generally a great post, but the poem at the end tops it off and sends it careening into a whirlwind of time that is neither here nor there, but everywhere. Great work.

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