Time

The day slips quickly through my fingers
laughing at my grasp.
A moments here and then it's gone
to quick for me to clasp.
Planning for the future
am I wasting all my time?
The clock my foe, my enemy
refuse to hear it's chime.

Reviews

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Ok but lacking in the punch at the end and a little clumsy. Try prose poetry I think it will suit you>