Lady Time

The sinews of life can seem brittle
And Time she is short and maybe a little

Annoyed with those of us
Who curry favor and fuss

About getting somewhere, being done
That we fail to appreciate, while on a run

That we are using her up, willing her speed
Until we no longer have this very need

And we find our place on the porch
Telling stories of carrying the torch

The chair cackling laughter in rhythm time
At our desires to slow, and pace our mind

So, she may choose to be a little unkind
If we have asked too much of Lady Time