Time in a bottle
Time on my hands
Sands in an hourglass
Numbers on a wheel.
Tide in, tide out
Moon full, moon dark.
Days long, days short
Hot, cold, rain, dry.
My hand, the same hand as 50,000 years ago
the same as yesterday.
“But there never seems to be enough time
to do the things you want to do once you find them”---
Jim Croce wanted to put it all in a bottle
until the end of eternity, then spend it all
on the one he loved.
Time to find my bottle, and fill it up
Time to take what is here today
Spending it wisely
With all that I can.
Neal Lemery 2/2010