Here is a slightly sarcastic poem about time. Perhaps it is just a whine about time. Either way, I find periodic poetics/whining fun and therapeutic, so this is offered in fun and jest.
Human Tree Rings
Day 354, where have they all gone
I think I skipped a few dozen, or perhaps
This is a quadruple reverse leap year
I feel robbed of time
Ah, the pleasures I did not get to – where are they now?
Can I request a credit to be applied to next year´s life?
I promise to live them all fully and wise
Exercise, eat right, be polite to the neighbors
Give time, money, and attention to worthy causes
It doesn´t hurt to ask, right?
100 days will do just fine
I´m sure you agree that it is only fair
The days be rolled over with no additional charge
A few extra thrown in would be a nice holiday gesture
Darn it, my charade is has been revealed!
Woe is my heart for the blasted mirror gives me away
365 days worth of wrinkles and gravity lay in defiance
Revealing the truth about time served up, taken in, and pooped out
Fleshy notches, grooves, and downward curves speak like sequoia rings
I feel like a victim of scientific laws
Time´s arrow points only forward and slows not for mere mortals
Never asking consent before ticking off beyond the sunset
Each moment is an opportunity taken or lost in 60 seconds
Day 354 is moving away from me and out of my reach
I cannot be ruled by time I express fully
Days, hours, and minutes are of our making, our life rings
Reveal time wasted counting and moments fully enlivened
Being in the moment the only human action that beats time
Losses? Zero. Gains? Infinity.
All we are and have is this moment