Forces
Since I am not young the time is not enough. It elapses too soon. And the hours are tough to stretch into days. So I number the ways I could make them last. Still the time's not enough. It goes too fast. When I was young I had more time. The future was never ending, the road an easy climb. I don't wear a watch now. I see my bare wrist. I don't punch a time clock. I just make a fist and pummel it on the table. It does me no good for I am not able to stop or capture time. Sign in to see full entry.