non rhyming poem about life |
TIME Somehow there isn’t time enough Not for me, not for you There isn’t enough time in the morning To share Or to glimpse one fleeting look at you As you lie dreaming Angel-like In my bed, your soft hair Spread like a seductive web Across the pillow. There you lie A child in woman’s garb A woman with a child’s innocence Upon your face. But I haven’t the time To look, to see. I rush to my work Sirens and bells and pulses Ringing, racing, screaming Around me, through me. Work for there isn’t time To care, to breathe, to be human No time, no time, no time. Mountains of paper, hills of trash Written reports filed, forgotten Man’s monument to man— Mountains of paper shredded in a garbage dump. No time to read, no time to think No time to write, no time to care. Push, push, push. Sirens wail, pulsing lights of red All jump to the enslaved human heart— Enslaved for thirty pieces of silver. Where does the machine end And the man begin? What a lovely couple they make— Man and machine. What God hat joined together Let no man split asunder Married. After all these years. One partner now resembles The other. Now home to the peace Of love and rest. But no time to rest. No time to love. Eat, rush, television on. Wash dishes—clatter! clash! clang! No time to see you No time to touch your hand. No time to be alive To see and breathe and feel For ourselves. No time for love We go to bed. Squirt, squirt, love. I love you Where are my sleeping pills? The perfect marriage Man and machine. Years flow by in the endless stream. No time to dream, no time to hope No time for love. And the mother earth Welcomes you home Into her gaping mouth Dust to dust, ashes to ashes May God have mercy on your soul. Tee off. Driver please. Goodbye my love. No time to cry. I’m sorry you’re gone I miss you so. I’ll bet I could have loved you But there never was the time, My wife. No time to love, no time to lose No time to mourn No time to laugh I’m so sorry my dear Wish you were here If I’d only known How precious you were to me I’d have found the time Made the time. Time Time Time. |