These Times That Tell.

All the times I lay waiting for a miracle to happen

,

I was beginning to think I had come to the bitter end.

These past days have gone bye bye, like a clock that will

Not tell time, or a pope that will not heed to his people.

Sometimes, tomorrow comes a little too early for us to be

Thankful, and death is a little warranted, if not unstable;

And the earth is a little bit unstable and everything else is

Unstable against the running of the clock, which chugs and

Goes intermittently; and ghosts run out the minutes on your

Watch, and technology gets better but the solution gets worse;

And sometimes, you say things you shouldn’t say, and words

Get in the way, like the leaves on trees get in the way of the sunshine,

And sometimes spots of sunshine slide through ever so slowly

As the sun is waking up and the world is getting rid of the dark, the darker,

The darkest.  And sometimes you are thankful and your time is spent

Doing nothing but whining.