Time

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!)