twenty four hours
in a day,
seven on sleep,
just wastes away

and three on
making and eating
food,
good work day done
chunks by eating at
least seven point five

warning warning not
enough time!!!!!!!

ninety minutes leashed
to dog walks
                               and walks too work plus from
clean up, chores,
put away, chores,
dust bunnies  come
from some miles
around, another hour down

warning warning second level, time is at lowest levels

shaving, showering and sitting silently contemplating
personal time appreciation, if you know what I mean,
is at least an hour

before i start my day i read some and do the same before
bed when my pillow hits my head
another hour has slipped through my fingers
and my hand taps
my chest to find the rhythm of my heart beat,  

Time's a running out!  Time is!


there are three hours
every day that
i don't know
how they are
spent, maybe working,
maybe in pleasure,
could be driving
in traffic not
rushing for an
hour, to my
great displeasure, could
be shopping or
dropping to my
knees, looking for
lost things like
keys, or a
watch or a
dog toy, OR

the hours
of my day dispensed
by chaotic
prescription to give me
fits because
it never all fits
in even
if I rush and
hurry, blush
and worry, crush the
day and
live in a dream
a story
of the perfect day
which is
a poem for another
time as
I have run out......................................................again.