Each day progressing more rapid than last
“Slow down” I say - you’re becoming the past
Trying to cherish each day that remains
Moment by moment washing down the drain
Sweet encounters turn into memories
Occasions slipping away on a breeze
“Stop it” I say - where is the time control?
I’ll switch the lever on the time console
Tick tock tick tock is Father Time’s reply
I throw back my head in a bitter cry
I wallow and wail with fists in the air
Announce to the world that time is unfair
Through the window observe the sun setting
A precious day squandered – foolish fretting

W3 Prompt #62: Wea’ve Written Weekly’s poet of the week Pankaj Kumar prompts us to “Write a sonnet or any other 14-line poem about ‘The concept of time and how it affects our lives.’”