Ask me what I desire the most in my humble life right now
And I would honestly proceed to tell you
that I don’t need extra money
I don’t care for a shiny new car
My house is just about big enough for the four of us
I lack neither food nor clothes nor means of entertainment
books, CDs, the TV are in ample supply
to fill my every waking hour
and then some hours more
Surrounded as I am with more than enough love,
friends, multiple aquaintances,
furry companions too
All in sufficient quantities for this lifetime.
So if you approached and asked me
What is that coveted thing that I most desire?
My answer would simply be time
That elusive comrade time
Just 60 minutes more in each blessed day
To live in my cosy terraced house and to drive my run of the mill car
To cook our meals and savour them
To pick a suitable outfit every day and add the appropriate accessories
Which sometimes might coordinate
If I’m in that kind of mood
An hour in which to do my hair or paint my nails
Or on a different day
To hug the people I love, phone friends and arrange to meet up
Then actually meet and be present,
leave the pressures of life at the park gates or the pub or restaurant door.
With this small unit of time I could…
finish the film,
lose myself in the book,
listen to my favourite album and its neighbours on the shelf
A day should consist of 25 hours. Not a measly 24!
One single extra hour in each bright, inviting day
Is that too much for a person to be asking for?
Poetry for Dullards 