The time flies
The time flies do not have a clock
In spite of all you wish
On every inch of you they walk
Their legs give you an itch
They come when you are waiting
For things good or for things bad
But mostly when debating
What your fate has in its hand
It must be all that fidgeting
And tapping of your feet
Each time fly’s always listening
For worst fears made concrete
I always wondered why those flies
Show up when they’re not needed
It’s as if they feed on cries
Drink every tear, and they’ve succeeded
Why can’t they be there at those times
Of joy that are so fleeting?
Don’t all tears taste the same whether you’re glad or your heart’s bleeding?
They follow you around until you think your life’s unliveable
But if you swat you’ll look a fool
Cuz time flies are invisible
You’ll scratch and smack your skin till raw
Though none of this will work
For the time flies and their kin
Don’t mind man’s futile little quirks
How did they all come out this world
How could these fiends evolve?
Consuming you till fate unfurls
Then suddenly dissolve?
They play this waiting game with you till
all your time’s been spent
And though they nearly ate you whole
You wish they never went
Manish Singh Rajput
Sun 31st Mar 2024 04:42
A hard-hitting poem that's wonderfully constructed.
Thank you