Spending Time (2) - Sept 22 2025

 

Spending Time (2)

Sept 22 2025

Again, I’m watching the clock.

The hands circle,

but time goes straight

and in only one way.

I look back

but the moment recedes,

getting smaller and smaller

as it picks up speed.

Why watch?

Why squander time like this

when I could spend it more frugally?

Why does each second tick off

so methodically 

so painfully slow,

but then, when its gone

only seems to have flown?

I rush, in my race against time;

but time 

is a tireless competitor,

undefeated

since the universe began

and its hands were set.

The pot boils over

sand empties out

momentum is lost.

The weight lowers

and the pendulum stops.

But the hands are inexorable,

still circling, as if taunting me

for my impatience

and spendthrift ways.

Hours repeat, days recur

seasons come predictably. 

But a line long of years 

stretches out behind

receding fast;

time

I did not spend well

gave little thought.

Or borrowed against 

and can’t repay.