Aeon

 

Time, oh time, you wicked fellow

I have too much time for things

such as laundry, ironing, cooking

Or not enough to write, read

and relax.

Time wasted on trivial things or

time well spent,

either way it's gone before

I finish my task, or yawns in front

of the never ending chore.

I court the fine line of being too

early, on time, or too late

Too early I embrace

the extra time to read, on time

I step right in and excel, too late

alas, I rush, spending more time doing

less, not accomplishing much while

exerting pressure on time to slow down.

Human's never ending quest for time;

time travel, as if I'd ever want to relive

my past!

Timer ringing; baking done, time to write

at an end.

It is difficult to believe that it is the end of August already. My last posting (shame on me) was in June. I have accomplished quite a bit, taught crafts at the fair, helped a neighbor, helped get the Cedar Creek Writers blog going and their writing contest up and running, spent time with the grand-kids and hubby.

With that in mind, I penned a quick poem about time. Enjoy, and wish me better time management to post my blog monthly, if not weekly.