Time

The days are getting shorter
and are passing much to quickly.
Another year is drawing to a close.
I don't know where the time goes.

I look forward to something different
and regret the sameness yet again.
Another chance has slipped away.
I don't know where the time goes.

Like rain that washes away the soot
and chases it down the side of my car,
opportunity never knocked this door.
I watch the time go down the drain.

I take comfort in complacency
and sleep with dreams of satisfaction.
Tomorrow brings another choice
to slow the clock again.

summertime heatwave

summertime heatwave
preferable to winter
slow time to a crawl

I Remember

I remember all that time ago
when we couldn't help
but drift toward each other.

There was a newness
and excitement that prevailed
with every breath and sigh.

As the years travel by,
we don't have so much
urgency any more.

There's more of a contentment.
I still look forward to seeing
you every single day.

Remember

Remember the good.
Tomorrow might lead us down
a different path.