Wasted Time

It’s Monday again –
days passing through
my hands like sand,
no receptacle in which
to catch the granules –
why this sense of urgency?

In high school, I played hooky
wiped away the hours in empty
places, sought answers for
questions I could not articulate,
chased dust while others formulated
dreams – how is this any different?

Am I not just recreating the pattern,
painting over efforts with adult hues,
donning the pretence of self-importance
while occupied with vapid tasks – time
continues to slip by, and what have I
to show for it other than incessant panic?



  1. As the saying goes, ‘time stop for no one.’ I just turned 64, but my perspective has changed recently. Maybe because winter is almost over. I’m yearning for the rejuvenation that spring will bring. I can’t stop time, but I can build the moments and hope for a new horizon. Blessings to you. 🙂

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