"One Week "
Greg Budig 2020
A definition of time.
A passage to the future.
Seven days
One hundred and
sixty eight hours.
Seven sunrises and sunsets.
Each week blurs into the next.
Life moves within
this timeframe.
Each hour has been
precisely numbered.
Each day has been
anciently named.
Each moment is sacred.
Forty hours of working.
Fifty six hours to sleep.
Hours that are often
times wasted.
Hours we sadly
never get back.
Each hour silently passes.
The calendar marks
the passage of time.
The clock on the wall
mechanically clicks.
Designed by humans
to validate time.
Each minute being recorded.
A week means nothing
in a lifetime.
A week often passes
without a thought.
It's been a week I will
always remember.
A week I long to forget.
The End
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