C.L. Utley      

Ramblings & Ravings

A Poem For Years

Just wait a minute,

A second passed by.

The years they wait forever,

getting older none-the-less,

jiving and shouting,

cringing and snorting,

wishing they had something better to do.

Museums wouldn't console them,

still feeling the oats.

And time passed by,

gracious,

no commitments,

pledging nothing but time itself,

wouldn't work through the collar,

and guess again - "I Did Something!"

Or nothing.

Or something.

Time would be that way,

Happy New Year!

o