Pillow fights

We have time to talk of time
the time being the time now
and how it traps us in its hours
to
overpower and eventually
humiliate

‘ the constant clock’
the look of shock
when upon, we
realising that time
has gone
that we must too.

Minutes that glue my eyes awake
seconds that take my breath away
and days of wonder and romance

time pays for itself,
I suppose that time goes
where it goes
each moment that I live shows me
I near and am nearer to
infirmity

and that’s like being a baby all over again
changing the nappy time
hearing a nursery rhyme
I wonder what times makes
of that.

© 2016, John Smallshaw.