Category: Time

Of all the sounds designed to sicken,
I place as tops alarm clocks’ tickin’.
But still more likely to sprout mayhem:
These self-same instruments come a.m.

by Ray Romine Thursday, June 7, 1951

Lives of Great Men all remind us
We could make our lives sublime,
Could we invent a substitution
That would take the place of time.

by Ray Romine Thursday, April 26, 1945

You are probably right,
There isn’t much to it;
But you waste time explaining,
Why don’t you just do it?

by Ray Romine Wednesday, September 7, 1949

We all decry our lack of time,
Yet have, each one, to prove his worth,
The even span of one lifetime
To mark, for good or bad, this earth.

by Ray Romine Monday, May 1, 1950

Back to their old time go the clocks–
That first change, did we need it?
We had no choice but to conform–
The Powers That Be decreed it.

They’ve messed things up until this earth
Is pretty much a bum thing;
But when they tell God how to run
His sun, I think that’s something!

by Ray Romine Tuesday, October 5, 1943