Time flies,
soaring past on wings of light.
It steals away your life,
moulding all the things that could be done
into those that have to be done;
forsaking dreams and
trapping freedom.
And time stops.
Every millisecond is recalled
in minute detail,
as the skier tumbles,
or the car rolls,
or a loved one dies.
Elastic time. Allotted time.
A time for everything,
and time for nothing.
(c) Catharine Withenay 2014
A reflection on half term
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