24

One of the poems I found in a dusty old booklet from way back when. I couldn't help but edit it... You can find the original piece here.

The sun rises, and then it sets
An age long path without an end
As it raises its head over the edge of the earth
Does it hold its breath for what it might find?

You see we measure our days in bits of 24
Millennia pass by, still bits of 24
Dark sins are dealt, we grieve for 24
And then we forget, and trudge on like before 

The sun has no use for the measure 24
What good's 24 when you've got much more
You’ve seen Rome fall, heard Vikings Roar
You’ve seen men fly, what is 24?

But for us without much time
Life makes more sense through eyes of 24
Death is far away, if you think in 24
We can do what’s important, not today, perhaps in 24

We know men die, in less than 24
To beat our pride, takes more than 24
I know I’m wrong, you need my help
And time is short, Just give me 24

And so we rise, and then we set
An age long path without an end
As we raise our heads over the edge of the earth
We hold not our breaths… the world’s the same as the previous 24. 

Akin O.
October 2007 | Edited November 2013