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?


If you enjoy these poems perhaps you might like to read POEMS: AN EXPLORATION OF LIFE.  My first book now available on Amazon in paperback and Kindle worldwide.

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