Time

There is only time

it’s not yours to give, take, waste, or spend.
You cannot pass, tell, save, or bide it;
You cannot make it, it will never end.
You can’t stop, have, lose, or find it.

It will not expire, crawl, creep or drag;
there is no past, double, quick or run.
No good times, sometimes, old, or lag;
it can’t be told by clock, or bell, or sun.

You cannot kill it, poison, stop, or shoot it;
there is no hang time, short or long, or nigh.
You can’t restart, replay, reverse, reboot it.
There is only time. It will not die.

You will die.
Time will fly.

Friday haiku 62

Irony is
freezing to death
in the midst of global warming

Friday haiku 60

Like a beached whale,
useless, inexplicable,
comes inspiration

Friday haiku 58

The wind blows
I blow back
Was that a shrug?

Friday haiku 56

A poll of seasons
wind whipped and weary
these ragged dreams