It takes more than 15 minutes to count to one thousand.......... <br /> <br />Now imagine, if you will, <br />Each and every single, solitary one <br />Of those small, split-second slivers of time <br />Lasting 24 hours, end-to-end, in a line: <br />A thousand days worth of ceaseless working, <br />A thousand nights of worthless wondering. <br /> <br />That’s how long it’s been, it’s been. <br />That’s how long a thousand days seem. <br /> <br /> <br />Remember, remember when the war with Iraq <br />Was going to be one, decisive attack, <br />With the lads all home safe for Christmas victorious; <br />When some believed in a Blair still glorious, <br />And Brown was a colour - not a successor colourless? <br />One hundred or more soldier-lifetimes ago, <br />One can hardly believe that it was ever so. <br /> <br />That’s how long it’s been, it’s been. <br />That’s what a thousand days really mean. <br /> <br /> <br />For one thousand and one nights Sheherezhade spun <br />The tales with which her freedom was won. <br />For one thousand days Queen Anne Boelyn sought <br />To keep her head, but all came to naught. <br /> <br />One thousand days. One thousand nights <br />Surely time enough to set to rights. <br />One thousand days since you’ve shown your face: <br />Happy Birthday number 19, Grace.<br /><br />Tony Jolley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/angst-of-a-thousand-days/
