Time, Time, racing past,
I want my life to last, to last.
Time, O Time, slow for me,
Let my life be hurry-free,
I want to spend some time with me.
Time, Time, where did you go?
You were too fast. I was too slow.
[First posted 23 November 2012]
The poem’s no great shakes, but I fell in love with this image (called ‘Photographer’) found on pixabay and then had to find something to use it with. I thought it apt.