Tick, tock, tick tock,
Speed up the clock.
Tock, tick, tock, tick
Time goes less quick.
If I fly into space
At a stupendous pace,
I’d age less than you
The further I flew.
Whilst gravity’s pull
Will slow time for all,
The speed that you fly
Also makes it crawl by.
So, an hour or a day
Is only a way
Of measuring time,
As we while it away.
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The Einstein of poetry, Bob, has swung round again like Hailey’s comet! So witty that I’m jealous, relatively speaking.