(Monsoon Moments 3)

The Chart is speaking to me
telling me......time has spilled over,
and, shaded most parts of the pie;

the space beyond the three quarters,
is what catches my eyes.........the pie,
looks like a clock, with only a quarter left,
its hands, hurriedly ticking......emphasizing
making it clearer......there is no turning back;

my to-do list alerts me
got to spend my hours...days,
all the more wiser now,
before the last piece of my pie,
before the last slice of my life,
gets consumed...........and, finally,
be...shaded....completely,
..........by.....time........


Sally

Copyright June 14, 2016
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan

3AM.
And I am still waiting.

The sunlight shines through my curtains,
giving me headaches.
And I am still waiting.

From summer to winter,
And I am still waiting.

From Day 1 till Day 365.
And I am still waiting.

From tank tops and shorts till wedding dresses.
And I am still waiting.

From receiving cashes to earning them.
And I am still waiting.

From being a child to having one or two.
And I am still waiting.

From my teens to my death bed.
And I am no longer waiting.