It was not metaphorical, nor was it a
Play on words.
Time had simply ceased to be.
The Earth continued to turn.
The Sun continued to rise and set.
The Moon went through its phases.
But not all was right.
Systems run on clocks did not.
Workers who punched a time card
Could not.
And any kind of attempt at a schedule
Would not.
So the powers that be were gathered.
The scientists told them they could do
Nothing.
‘Time had been an invention, anyway,”
They claimed.
So the world was free to do
As it pleased.
The human race adapted,
As it always does,
And time was eventually forgotten.
Years later when asked what a clock was,
The elderly laughed and said,
‘T’was a constraint,
T’was a constraint,’
Something that important was now lost to the ages
And nobody missed it.
For how could you miss something
That when ended
Left no record
Of its
Existence.
