That day shall come, too soon , notfastenough;
Yet only in the time that Life insists.
We push the clock, the calendar rebuff;
The earth revolves, ignores our kicks and fists.
Not one day added, not one taken off;
Despite the twists and twirls to wish away.
The Time Lord laughs and Father Time doth scoff;
They know to yearn for else leads hearts astray.
Rest in the present; Feel the here and now;
May be some pain, but tend your wounds to heal.
And in this pause, perhaps we will see how
To stop the running, endless, on The Wheel.
Each day is ours to wisely use or waste;
chew it, swallow, relish each bite’s taste.