Life is millions upon millions
layers and layers of minutes slipping away-
the pain, the angst and joy of things
the in-between of time---the day
in successive moments and moods-
we are the actors and we are the play
unfolding.  The present we survey
the past we reflect, poised into the unknown
of what's to follow next.  The anticipation
the expectation--   the here and there--
the this and that we have to weigh and compare--
now the crackling laughter and chatter
that within winks sinks away--
the sun its complexion changes
the clouds gather and then they scatter
tempus fugit
that's it

you are reading this
and the minute is slipping away
have I been a nuisance or hindrance
have I made or spoilt your day?