Wasting Time

 

Time is money, or so they say.

So why am I letting mine slip away? 

 

I jump in the fast lane of a passing track,

Only to stall, and work my way back.

 

It's hard to see if I'm getting ahead,

As I toss and turn each night in my bed.

 

Have the great opportunities passed me by?

Am I just wasting time or should I even try?

 

Don't ask why the best thoughts lie,

If you ask me, I'll just sigh.

 

Spinning my wheels, running in place,

Wasting time, I'm off the pace.

 

I set for myself; but what's the use,

Trying hard to catch up is just more abuse.

 

So, without reason or rhyme,

I'm just stuck here, wasting time.

 

Copyright 2000 © Ronald W. Hull

 

9/30/00



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