It's not so easy to see yourself
As a single second in a minute
A fleeting moment
A fraction of movement

It doesn't help that every minute
Is contained within an hour
Twenty four to bring you
An opening and closure

One hour in a day
Consists of sixty minute men
Marching silently
In the shelter of many more

A day drifts by title less
A chunk of driftwood in a
Tidal wave of insignificance
Though they culminate in months

They come in dozens
Empty egg cartons
Wishing we could all be bakers
To add another extra annual memory

A year in youth
Lasts longer than
Your favorite pair of shoes

A lifetime is lived
In the people we embrace and
Inside the presence we give

Our minds write with a pendulum
Rocking back and forth
With intangible wisdom

A seismograph epitaph
Incomplete heartbeat
Static electro pulse
Failing