POEM: The Time of Hour Life

Buy what unit might we measure our life…

The Time of Hour Life

“525,600 minutes, 525,000 moments so dear. 525,600 minutes – how do you measure, measure a year? In daylights, in sunsets, in midnights, in cups of coffee. In inches, in miles, in laughter, in strife. In 525,600 minutes – how do you measure a year in the life? How about love? How about love? How about love? Measure in love. Seasons of love.” Chorus from the song, Seasons of Love, from the movie, Rent

“I find the key is to think of a day as units of time, each unit consisting of no more than thirty minutes. Full hours can be a little bit intimidating and most activities take about half an hour. Taking a bath: one unit, watching countdown: one unit, web-based research: two units, exercising: three units, having my hair carefully disheveled: four units. It’s amazing how the day fills up, and I often wonder, to be absolutely honest, if I’d ever have time for a job; how do people cram them in?” from the movie, About a Boy

“Life is brutish, but at least it is short.” – Russian saying

He had little
Fidelity to
The god of Chronos
Chopping up
Life into
Little bits
Dissecting awe the wile
Killing it
With byte-sized units
Souled as lots
Waking to alarm
In the mourning
To knew daze
Minutes and ours gone buy
And he
No’ing what time stands for
Found his life
In rich
With poetry
Immeasurable and
Timeless
As long as long

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