Hours To Fill
The day has many hours to fill
And most are unconsidered,
So often, we’re surprised by
All the time that we have frittered.
Yet sometimes, there’s a giant gap,
With minutes that are waiting
To see what we’ll resort to,
What ideas are percolating.
Most often, it’s the most mundane –
The phone, TV or reading
That makes the time slip quickly by,
The empty hours receding.
Before we know it, day is done;
We prep for life tomorrow
When, likely, we’ll look back and wish
For minutes we could borrow.
Copyright © Ilene Bauer | Year Posted 2023
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