How is it that the time passes
by so fast the older one gets?
Surely there has to be some
way to apply the brakes!
Constantly looking forward
to the days off on the weekend,
never truly appreciating the time
we have in the days in between.
Work, work, work as the song says,
like a bee endlessly going from flower
to flower, never stopping until
it drops dead. Is that us too?