Father Time Is The Grim Reaper
He’s always leaving…
Father Time, please stay!
Consume a sack of Richards!
You’re a godless beast!
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Notes from the Author:
I wrote this haiku from the perspective of what I imaged to be Father Time’s angsty teenage offspring. I imagined they were mad at their father for always working and never spending time with them… stomping off loudly, plugging their headphones in, and blasting punk music, alone in their room, while procrastinating in protest by not doing their homework, when really all they needed was just a little time and attention.
The poem is to give a sense of the roller coaster of emotions time takes us on. The first line is about the beauty of moments in life to savour and look forward to, and the second and third lines are facetious reflections on how we all experience the death of each moment, how time takes us on an endless journey of sowing, and reaping, and repeating.
About the Creator
Allie Bickerton
She / Her - Canada
I spent most of my life immersed in visual arts and I neglected my literacy.
Nurturing harboured emotions and poetic thoughts I’ve stashed within.
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