Rush Now

Oct 9, 2013

Rush now…

Tick tock go the hands of the clock.

Round and round they spin.

And I, along my line whirling,

            Finding no way I can win.

Run faster, fly higher,

Leaping to catch the wind,

All to find myself sailing down again,

For the wind will not drive well

            My tattered sail.

My ship set off long ago.

Lost, here and there drift I,

Hoping to find a welcoming shoal,

Where I might mend

And once more try again.