Poets and Time

Such an obvious thing! But it really is precious, and worth everything. It's such an annoying saying to me! Similar to the sting of a irate honey bee. Of course, I know that! But a worn out platitude, like a dingy, old hat. Our moments, like quicksilver run, Enchanting colors in the noonday sun. I know any moment could be my last. So, I run like a marathoner and live each day fast! I may not be here to pen another poem tomorrow. So, what am I waiting for~that will be both a pity and a sorrow!              3/16/2021                 ~2~