Where does it go?
Why does it fly?
Oh, how it bypasses me and
leaves me high and dry.
I look at the calendar
The months, weeks and days,
all organized and numbered
with the intention to help plan our way.
Time plays catch-up
like a game in our life
a play against measured out days
as we try to win back hours, up against delays.
Time
A good construct
to keep life in check
it's the circumstances interfering
that cause havoc and stress.
pushing the construct to its' limit
with seconds to spare,
"I just need one more minute!"
I frustratingly declare.
But time is a constant
a never bending device
to try and compile it is a futile exercise
to use what you've got,
now that is wise!
We like to play games that only trick us
pushing it forward
and then back again
to manipulate,
a game
we can't win.
Time
A construct for man
to use within a lifespan.
Chandra Brown
(Poem is a work in progress... I ran out of time....HA HA HA!)
