Ocean of Time
It’s a very precious thing, when what we thought was an ocean of time
can be compressed into what feels like seconds.
When one can’t know the outcome of another,
or if we’ll ever get a chance to listen to that person again.
We can think we have all the time in the world, but truth is:
We don’t know.
Nobody can predict the future and what it may bring.
You’d think if we could do that,
the world would be a completely different place.
Perhaps it would be better or maybe it would be worse.
We don’t know.
If one’s even lucky enough to get that time,
whether it be with a family member,
A best friend, or even that one person,
that one who can somehow make you feel like nobody else can.
We always seem to misuse times like that,
when in the reality of our time with the ones who matter,
we should be taking advantage of every one of those seconds.
Because at some point,
that second might just be the last one you get.
I’m Caitlin Yauger and I’m a senior. I’m not the biggest fan of writing poems, but this is one of the very few I personally think turned out somewhat decent. At the time of the poem people around me had lost someone who was very important to them, giving me the inspiration to write about time and how we only have so much of it.