This mysterious source has many measures.
We must use this unit very wisely,
for every minute and hour is treasure,
for it slips from our palms so silently.
Sometimes the hours can feel so long and tiresome.
We can dance or play or sing in rhyme,
or eat food, smell flowers, or enjoy our freedom.
Take care, those hours won’t last all the time.
Some day or other, our world shall end,
so, stop scrolling Twitter or spreading hate.
Instead, achieve, travel, help and befriend,
make more memories before it’s too late.
If we always harbour grudges and stress,
once our hair goes grey, we’ll regret.
Life is too short for anything pointless.
Do more things you will never forget.
Hello everyone and thank you for reading this short poem. I hope it inspired you to be more productive, positive and engage in more pleasurable activities in your life, until death.
Once again, I credit my truly awesome sister, Ishita for helping me edit this poem. I appreciate her idea of mentioning how much we will regret our wasted time, grudges, and stress once our 'hair grows grey' - it is a more colourful and poetic reference to our venerability than my duller 'once we grow old' idea.
When I struggled to complete the last quatrain, Ishita conceived the last 2 lines, using the classic 'life is too short' precept, which did not occur to me as I was trying to write down oblique, and unusual ideas as usual. Ishita also just made sure all of my lines were grammatically correct and reworded some of my rambling and repetitive lines.
Thank you so much Ishita for being an excellent editor and sister. Writing poems is just not the same without your witty, and wonderful ideas. You are such a brilliant writer Ishita, and I hope you get inspired to write your own poems soon. I would feel excited to read them myself.
