Found another old poem I’d forgotten about. It needs a lot of work, but I’m posting it so it doesn’t get lost again.
I wanted to be a stop watch
when I was fed up,
so I could press myself and stop time.
I too, would be in control,
and we wouldn’t be forced into the roles of children.
But time flowed on, and we stayed the same.
Years have passed, time has flown,
attached to bird’s wings,
and the children have grown away,
tasting the world.
So now, when I remember that time,
I don’t need to press myself, I can tick on.
Scribbled Thoughts 