(This is why I should always have some sort of writing instrument with me.)
I decided to write a second poem based on the title of the first, since they sound the same when read aloud. I just wanted to explore some alternative interpretations.
Runaway Time
Time has a habit of running away
Of sprinting, at break neck pace,
Reach as you might,
Strain as you will—
Despite all possible effort—
It simply gets away.
And
You never get it back.
Run Away Time
Run away, run away!
It’s run away time!
Retreat!
Fall back!
GET OUT OF HERE NOW!!
Hang your head in shame,
if you must.
Slink away in disgust.
It’s the best you can do,
The choice is clear
Whatever you do,
You cannot stay here.
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