Hindsight

What was I thinking?

I’m not even sure that

I know the answer to

that question. Did I ever

mention that, no matter,

the intention, thoughts

become suspended? Days

of my past mix together.

Former ideas whirl around

like a reverberating sound.

I couldn’t tell you what I was

thinking. All I know is what

I was feeling. Hindsight is 20/20.

Some days were bad even when

it was sunny. I look back before

walking through the next door.

Time Flies

Where has the time gone? I sure don’t know.
Time slips away today, tomorrow, and the next.
I wish I could see it pass or last. It rushes by.
It picks up some speed. I follow its lead.
I cannot control the progression of time.
I control my mind because I can see
a greater design. The time comes and goes
for as long as I know. It will never slow.

Better Late Than Never

Yes, I’m late. It’s my fate.
I’m sorry you had to wait.
Wait, I’m not sorry
I missed this date.
I’m where I need to be:
If only you could see.
I’m here. Who cares the time?
Remember,
There’s no time to whine.
What does it matter? Does it?
Matter of fact, it doesn’t.
I care just not the way you do;
I’m here and you are too.
Yes, I’m late. It’s my fate.
I’m actually happy
For your time I waste.