Every Minute Counts

I let it slip away like a fistful of sand I let my life slip away! I sit at a crossroads counting cars whizzing by, I lie underneath a tree counting bees buzzing in and out of a beehive, I sit by a flowing stream counting fish swim upstream, I hover over a molehill counting moles making burrows, I sit in a confession booth counting people’s sins, I look at the clock counting the ticking of time, Often at night I lie on the rooftop counting the stars; Now old and senile, I look back at my life, and I wonder... Oh, how the heck did I let all those years go by unaccounted for? ~04/30/23 ~Contest: I Let it Slip Away... ~Sponsor: John lawless