Rage Against the Clock

Bags and sags

You're aging bad.

Pot in your belly

Thighs made of jelly.

Thinning hair not so neat,

Sprinkles of grey and crows' feet.

Gels, powders and patches,

Injections, implants and false eye lashes,

Creams and dyes-

Make sure there's no lye!

But no matter what you try,

You can't deny

The fact that time is passing you by.

So why not just face it?

Turn around and embrace it

Rather than fight it endlessly

Knowing full well you'll lose eventually.

Love the beauty in the flaws you see

Live out your latter years fully

And then opt to bow out gracefully.

Awkward Silence

Tic. Toc.

The second hand marks time

Like waves crashing on a dock.

Tic. Toc.

Sitting. Idly waiting. 

Mouths tightly locked.

Tic. Toc.

What's it been? Like, forever?

Nope, not according to the clock!

Tic. Toc.

Meanwhile Time, that old jester,

Just prances and mocks?

Tic. Toc. Toc. Tic.

Sigh, the quiet is grueling

And it's making me sick!

Tic. Toc. Toc. Tic.

You can hear a fly tiptoe

Outside a pane five inches thick.

Tic. Toc. Toc. Tic. Toc. Tic. Tic. Toc.

Please, oh please, 
Won't somebody make it stop?

Tic. Toc.

If this doesn't end soon

I'ma have to reach for my glock!

Pardon Undetermined

I'd be lying if I said 

I was completely over it.

Time is at work.

This much is certain.

But beyond that,

I can't give you any specifics

As to how long it'll be 

'Til I let you go free

From the hook of the resentment I still bear you.

I realise that such frankness is unusual.

That I'm not being very "p.c."

But I'm not in the mood

To sully my brain

Trying to shovel bullshit your way

For the sake of appearances

And socially approved formalities.

We're past that.

You said your piece.

I've spoken my mind.

So, maybe now 

We can move on with our lives.

I know I preach forgiveness,

And this attitude of mine

Feels like a load of hypocrisy

But you must realise

Some wounds cut much deeper than others,

And for a hurt of this kind

Any remedy I may need to apply

Will only take effect over time.

So then the question is not

If I'll forgive you, 

For I doubtlessly will,

But when.

When...
And how long until then?

Quietly

Something different...

Drops of rain

Fall soundessly past the window pane.

A single sprout 

Works tireslessly upward through layers of dirt,

Breaking the surface of the soil

To surprise the planter...

An old man in his apartment

Is watching his favourite show.

He leans back to rest his eyes,

 Enjoying the theme music

And softly breathes his last...

Somewhere else,

A babe is born...

Winter passes into spring,

Then spring to summer,

Summer transitions into fall

And back again...

And life goes on 

...quietly.

And change happens 

...quietly.

You live out your days

With your nose to the grindstone

And wake up one day

To find things are different.

So the world turns

...quietly.

...And that's the way it goes...

Tortoise Wisdom

'Could you be any slower?'

Said the hare to Brother Tortoise,

'Why, I could run to the edge of the world

and back and you'd still be on your doorstep!'

'I don't mind all that Brother Hare,'

replied he in slow deliberate tone,

'As long as I reach my destination,

I don't mind at all how long it takes.'

The years wore on

and Brother Hare continued to run.

He zipped and zoomed

til he almost flew,

growing faster with each passing day.

Brother Tortoise kept on his steady gait,

never faltering in his discipline.

He watched the hare rush

madly toward the end of his days.

It was the same for the hare's son,

grandson and down the line-

Blowing through life

At the speed of sound,

Seeing but never understanding,

hearing but never listening.

The tortoise's life was not so;

He received the greatest prize of all:

For you see,

In taking the time to live,

Brother Tortoise really lived.

In Time

So much to say,

So much to much to try.

So many things unspoken,

Suspended in the mind.

So many battles lost,
So many left to fight.
So many chances untapped,

Rehashed in 20-20 hindsight.
So many lessons to be learnt

Before the final exam.
So many things to let go of
To make room for things to come.
So much washed away,
like water under a bridge.
So much to do, to see,
So many reasons to live.
So many people to meet:
Friends and foes, rivals and allies. 

So many courses to explore

While navigating the river of time.