Time, Precious Time.

(Written while waiting to be picked up to go out on a sunny, warm day.)

I sit and wonder

Why

I sit and wait?

As the sun goes down

Behind the trees

Slowly disappearing

Like the seconds,

Minutes,

Hours

Slowly ticking by.

Unrepeatable time,

Seconds of my life

Gone!

Wasted!

In waiting.

I could’ve,

Should’ve

Done something,

But I didn’t.

And now it’s gone.

Never to be used again.

Precious Time,

Precious Life.