TIME TO THINK…

       TIME TO PONDER…

              TIME TO PLAY WITH TIME…

MAYBE IN REALITY, I HAVE VERY LITTLE TO DO,

WEEKENDS BEING THE MAIN TIME, WHAT ELSE IS NEW?

MY TIME IT SEEMS TO BE EMPTY,

NOTHING BUT POETRY TO MAKE ME FEEL,

LIKE SOMETHING I HAVE DONE TO MAKE ME WHOLE,

THAT SOMETHING COULD EVEN BE TO DIG A HOLE.

Rufuz seems to know what to do with his free time,

to lay on the dash and sleep and be content,

me, I have to feel that I have something to do,

even if, in fact, it is to go out to play with my tent.

here I go again, breaking down words,

using them or part to rhyme with others,

but again with the time I got to do,

I got no worries or time constraints,

as I usually do when working during the week.

I don’t seem to be making these short writes rhyme,

maybe cause again there is no reason, as I got the tyme,

oops, I did it there and misspelled it just to not only,

make it rhyme, but to give it a look of misspent time…

time is fleeting so they say,

or is it fleeing from those that use it,

it would not flee from me, as I don’t have use,

for it during the weekends,

unless I was to be called into work today,

something that never usually happens, but I best not this say,

as for a change, in the middle of my nap,

I will get a phone call, requesting me to make some time for work,

oh what a total sap,

to allow myself to work on a day, when I am so sapped of strength,

from working 60 hour work weeks…time to go back to bed,

sleep seemingly to be the only good expenditure of my time…

                                                                        (ed)