time

Marching On

time
it will not stand still,
it will not stop its steady march
forward,
always in motion onward,
rolling over all in its path,
there can be no delay -

we may tire,
we may stop
or be slowed,
we may fall,

time marches on,
so too, must we

I want you back,
impossible;
your sands,
once fallen,
cannot be replaced;
penance may be found
in the future,
when I might honor you
with good works,
when I will give you everything,
when I won't feel you with regret,
from now until you run out
I will respect you

Renewable Resource

monumental
that is the struggle with Time;
how to value it
in a world of increasing expense,
as my needs reduce
I find myself with excess
of all things but Time -

I still feel the bite of the ties
binding me to work;
is it fear of freedom -
I tell myself it is the allure of money -
or am I afraid of of the unknown,
my mind clambers for freedom
for flight

I am human,
still unable to fly,
so I keep myself -
for now -
chained by my mind,
limited to this wheel,
still searching for lost Time