Damned if time is waiting for you.
Whatever time means
just numbers on a piece of paper,
manmade hope and loss of memory.
We invented time and time disappears
without thought of you and I.
The world turns and with each turn
we gain a gray hair, a toothache,
wrinkles, somebody named Jesus,
his buddies God and something called
the Holy Ghost. All of whom fit into
an SUV, preferably a Toyota. For them
there’s no such thing called time.
We are the only creatures forgetting,
planning, hoping, and wishing for time.