Time
Years
Of your life can go by
As you wait for that
One special moment
Months
Can be wasted
With procrastination
And worry
Weeks
Are lost
When you sit
And ponder the ifs and buts
Days
Gone by
When you blink
And so much is missed
Hours
Given up
To tasks that
Aren’t worth your time
Minutes
Fly by
As you stare at the clock
And hope that your adventure will start
Seconds
That can be washed away
In the sands of time
Or they can change your life
Today, I spent most of my time sitting at a garage sale my Girl Scout troop held. There were some rushes, but it was a lot of sitting around. Don’t get me wrong–the girls and I had some great conversations, but it’s the moments of silence that kill you, especially when you’re being eaten alive by bugs. I took the time to write today’s poem about … time.
Waiting for Time to Pass
Clocks ticking
Slower and slower
Time crawling by
You’re not sure it’s passing
You start counting the seconds
Just to make sure
The silence makes it worse
Stretching out indefinetly
Blocking up the air
Movement makes it better
Reminds you you’re alive
Until the bugs start
Trying to bleed you dry
Then you’re fighting for your life
Against a million tiny foes
For every two you kill
Another bites you
And though you keep
Checking the time
It never seems to change
And you become convinced
The minute hand will
Never move again
My Life is a Notebook 