Time Slip

Hey crow
I see you there
I feel your stare

wondering why
I’m stooped and low
running slow
unwinding in this rockin’ chair

I am tired crow

seen too much
way too much

more that I care
to see

bent and bewildered
this is it
for me

for years these hands
swept ‘round my face
I clocked on
to keep the pace
now I’m not movin’
from this fuckin’ place

my time’s run out
I’m just so tired
crow

exhausted by foolish humans
who believed time didn’t matter
that there would always be enough

enough to turn things around
they were sure there’d always be

to make up for their disregard
for their careless mistakes
their unchecked abuse
for their terminal stupidity

no hurry
they thought

no worry
we’ll do it later
another time
it’s time we got

tomorrow
we’ll do it tomorrow
there’s always tomorrow
we can allot

they just kept watchin’ me
slippin’ slippin‘ slippin‘
away

now time enough
may be what there’s not

guess what
I’m the time they needed
and my times up

tomorrow’s here
and gone
I’m movin’ on

they’ve run out the clock

like children playing with bubbles
the recklessness didn’t stop
now the bubble’s about to pop

they should’a known
time does not stand still
I never will

but for now
I’m sittin’
gittin’ a breather

they wasted me
and I’m too spent
to help them

at this moment
I refuse

I’m squandered
they lose

what’s left
may soon be yours
to use

crow

ya’ never know

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rob kistner © 2023

Poetry at: The Sunday Muse