4.2.10
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Time—
Part of the
essence
of all being…
24 hours in a day,
60 seconds in a minute,
7 ½ hours in a school day,
365 days in a year,
6 minutes in a phone call,
and 11 minuets of
making love, or
--cking, come catching, screwing
or
gettin’ it in.

And at times
we feel like it’s
wasted.

(time, not the action)

Something better,
greener, more free, more exciting,
greater—
on the other side,
of the fence…..
up the road,
just down yonder,
over and around the corner

Friends say
it’s an experience
enjoy it for
what it is,
what it was,
Yet time,
that fragile essence
of what we get so little of,
was wasted;
it’s gone—
should of used it
more wisely

Don’t wanna get to no
pearly gates
and look back
with regret
Damn—
I shoulda,
Shit—
I coulda,
Son of a….—
I wanted to

Use it more wisely
but that’s only for
the old;
youth wasted on
the young….
Split second decision
and it’s taken
(wise old man)

Fooled once again
by 5 senses,
a sob story, a
mother's plea,
a sister's hope, a
child's laugh,
a connected eye...

and a caring,
beating ticker;
ticking the time
just
past
due