A classic poem Sonnet 123 by William Shakespeare presented by Liyona.
No, Time, thou shalt not boast that I do change:
Thy pyramids built up with newer might
To me are nothing novel, nothing strange;
They are but dressings of a former sight.
Our dates are brief, and therefore we admire
What thou dost foist upon us that is old,
And rather make them born to our desire
Than think that we before have heard them told.
Thy registers and thee I both defy,
Not wondering at the present nor the past;
For thy records and what we see doth lie,
Made more or less by that continual haste.
This I do vow, and this shall ever be:
I will be true, despite thy scythe and thee.
Shakespeare has always held a special place in my heart and in light of many of our circumstances, I felt as though this sonnet about time felt very suitable to share. This time I even re-read this poem as a battle cry. As our routines change, I can relate to Shakespeare’s tone as the last lines of this sonnet ring in my ears. Find the rest of Shakespeare’s sonnets here: http://shakespeare.mit.edu/Poetry/sonnets.html