Hours

Some hours race by at breakneck speed, So fast they’re almost blurry, As if, like fire trucks on call, They’re in the biggest hurry. While other hours move like snails Or just like taffy, stretching, Until we’re forced to check the clock To try to keep from kvetching.* Still, time is not in our control. We lack the needed powers To change the pace as minutes Dash or crawl and turn to hours. *complaining