In our short lives how often do we wish it away
waiting for hours to get out of our daily work.
Or for each weekend to come to go out to play
some do not have or want jobs so just shirk.
Still getting ready to get out for some fun
others lounging about soaking up the sun.

No matter what pace we head to our demize
ruled by the never ending clock we just wait.
When one is young we wait to get to adult size
wishing years to pass to get out the school gate.
Onto university or staring those first jobs
hanging about causing trouble destined to be slobs.

There is no end to wishing away our allotted space
those marriage vows hoping it would last and work.
To the dreaded divorces too many now face
that can go on for years and hidden problems lurk.
Letting minutes fly by then wonder where it has gone
for some lifes far too short and others too long.
    The Foureyed Poet.