There’s a song that says
“Time keeps on slippin’ (slippin’, slippin’)
into the future
but what if time were stuck
like that ‘Groundhog’ Day movie
in one day, or moment
of time to be lived
over (and over and over)
Consider the types of days
that you’ve lived in the past
To continually re-live the worst
what torture would that be?
But even the best would become
eventually, a drudgery
My calendar pages turn
about once each four weeks (or so)
and I rarely need to look back.
Some days I hate, but better days…
they’re always going to come ’round again
Time…yeah, it keeps on slippin’ (slippin’, slippin’)
into the future.
Written for the dVerse “Calendar Poetry” prompt.