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Seconds count the minutes within the hourglass,
compelling days to gather as 7 on the weekend.
12 months call the calendar with each year past,
telling decades to groom generations for centuries come.
Millennia turning history to myths, aeons all to none.
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I like the idea and title it's a nice package, there are some weight issues. Seconds counting minutes in an hourglass. I would think minutes count seconds, but the hourglass is just an object. Days gathering on a weekend doesn't make sense to me, not with the number 7. Generation seems more human than anything, so 12 months being a year, telling decades to groom people for centuries also doesn't make sense to me. First and last lines are the best. More so the last.
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Hey CRNDLSM!
Thanks for taking your time to comment.
As you've noticed, the main thematic in the poem is time and its chronology; i wanted to build it up from Seconds -> Minutes -> hour(glass) etc.
Regarding the days gathering on the weekend, I thought it was fitting, as it keeps the continuity from Day -> week, they're there to gather and close the week off.
Generations were indeed meant to be human instead as a measurement of time; every decade births a new generation and with each decade past, the generation 'grows' - it is somewhat nurtured/groomed by time.
hope that clears it up a bit!
