Our own lives don’t seem THAT long, to us, anyway,
until you quantify your living time different ways,
instead of 29 years and 24 hours,
that 5-digit-long title is my age, in days.
We measure long stretches in years, Earth revolutions,
but how much different would it be, how confusing,
to measure our age in Earth rotations,
adding 1 every day, through all our trials and tribulations?
“New day, new me!” Not a bad way to think
as we wait to turn 7,665 to have our first legal drink
and then later on when you hit 11,000
it’s all about marriage and babies and houses.
And before you know it, your youngest just turned 700,
and 36,500 is a celebrated summit.
Time can play us hard with so many tricks,
it’s easy to forget that its all measuring sticks,
An illusive quantifier that compares and contrasts
the duration of all things that have ever come to pass.
So as long as time rules, and charts up our existence
I don’t mind undermining it’s norms and pretenses;
I’ll keep the whole ‘new day, new me’ thing in mind,
cuz tomorrow I’ll be 10,595. – RSM