Unlocking Time’s Secrets: Roy Pullam’s Poetic Journey from Sundial to Stopwatch
Ever wonder what it feels like when the pages of your life start flipping faster than you can catch? This poem swings open a window to that restless moment when future plans shutter into twilight, and the ticking watch mocks our endless scheming. Aging isn’t just creeping closer—it’s circling, like a vulture perched patiently, reminding us that life’s chapters might be shorter than the grand novel we once intended to write. I found myself nodding at the raw honesty here, the way time shifts from friend to relentless countdown. It’s funny—and a little chilling—how the calendar once comforted us, and now our own seconds start feeling like tiny crumbs slipping through our fingers. If you’ve ever wrestled with the uneasy dance of ambition versus mortality, this piece will resonate like a striking chord.
The curtain is closing
On future planning
The uncertainty of age
Is like a vulture
Waiting on a fence pole
I must deal
With life
In chapters
A book is too long
And I might not
Finish it
I look back
When time
Was a burden
When I thought
In years
Plotting goals
The calendar
Was my friend
Now I check
My watch
Realizing that
There are only
So many seconds left
Before my sun sets
