The kind of joke only time understands

𝐓𝐖: 𝐏𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐮𝐛𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐚𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐞

𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐧𝐞𝐠𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭

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𝘘𝘶𝘰𝘵𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘵: 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘬𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘰 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘸 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘴𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳

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Somewhere in the world someone's father

comes home on uneven steps with

briefly melted worries in his arms,

believing tomorrow he'll hold them better,

steadier, with less shame.

Someone's son injects callousness into his vein,

as his head meets the wall with a thud.

He tells himself this will be the last time,

tomorrow he’ll feel whole again.

Someone's wife strains the last bit of love

down the sink forgetting if her husband wants

sugar in his tea anymore or not.

Maybe the next morning she’ll

and maybe even care enough to ask.

All because they think that the envisaged garden

they own in their mind will keep growing

clock after clock.

More seconds with more minutes and more hours

will snake on the tree branches like dew drops do.

But there's a white painted chair somewhere,

where time lounges with its legs crossed and

watches it all. Days laugh along and pat time's

shoulder like putting a punctuation to the joke.

Months sigh and lean against fading moments

While Year takes another sip from the vintage of second chances, getting ready to pluck

another clock from the tree to crush it.

So another clock gets crushed

And a daughter watches her father stumble at the doorstep of their sweet home, a mother gets a call that callousness has taken over her son.

And a husband quietly reaches for the sugar

himself, no longer waiting to be asked.

All because they think that the envisaged garden

they own in their mind will keep growing

clock after clock

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i tried :))

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