Time sits
at my lap
as still as a pet
when it jumps, I want to grab it
when it sleeps, I want to awaken it
by each minute of the hour
it disappears like a candle
blown out on a birthday cake
dark as the night
it creeps up so slowly
yet quickly
I want to toss it out
into the rubbish bins
and leave it alone,
will it does the same for me?
Time grips at the seconds
and grabs me by the arms
falling by the wayside
swinging til it rests
gently back on my lap.
It waits to
disappear again.
Paula
May 29, 2014
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