“Wait, Let Us Catch Up!”
by the Crazymad Poet
Through valleys deep and mountaintops,
Past bouncing boulders, flying hops,
A wizard old with beard askew
Chased after time—and Box did too.
“Wait, let us catch up!” they cried,
As dragons danced and penguins skied.
The sun ran past, the moon flew on—
Their breakfast toast was long since gone.
Box huffed and puffed and waved his arms,
While Wizard tripped on spells and charms.
His hat fell off, his wand went ‘ping!’
He cast a spell on… something’s wing.
“Was that the ostrich?” Box yelled loud.
“It was,” said Wiz, “and look—a cloud!”
But clouds don’t stop for spells or shouts,
They float right by—those fluffy louts.
“Why must the world run on ahead?
Why can’t it nap and wait instead?”
Box moaned while skipping over glue,
A puddle left by a kangaroo.
“We’re always late!” the boy complained.
“We missed the train, the show, the plane!
Even that turtle on a trike
Outpaced us both—and waved, the tyke!”
The wizard smiled and shook his beard.
“It’s not so bad,” he calmly cheered.
“We chase the world, but that’s okay—
We see the things that race away.”
And just then came a booming cheer—
The world had stopped, to lend an ear.
The ostrich wheeled, the dragon spun,
The moon reversed, just for fun.
And all because, in tones abrupt,
They’d simply cried, “Wait, let us catch up!”
The cosmos blinked, the moment froze—
And Box Privet sneezed on his own toes.
So here’s a tip if you’re behind:
Just shout out loud, and you might find
That even Time, if asked with grace,
Will slow itself—a tiny pace.
The Crazymad Writer Writes Again 