Original Poetry Fan Fiction ❯ Lost Time ❯ Lost Time ( Chapter 1 )

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Lost time
All I do is sit on the front porch each day,
What do I think about? Who would care the most?
I think of nothing, yet everything at once,
But mostly, I think of the time that is lost.

Why do I sit on the porch, with all of this time?
I ask myself, and am answered by that with no name.
When I am off to bed, I ask yet again,
But the answer stays the same.

In my lack of spending time wisely,
You'd think my senses would be dense.
Instead, I feel, hear, taste the air and everything else
Being sharpened of every sense.

I see things go by, my vision catches all.
People pass me, everyday, without a single care,
Busy lives, looking straight, missing nature's beauty,
They don't see me, and all I do is stare.

If those busy lives, with no time to spare,
Are sinning, then I am sinning more than they.
For all of this time I have, yet don't use, is wasteful,
Sitting, sinning, wasting and losing time everyday.

Dusk returns, I should return inside.
Before I do, I ask again, "Why?"
That with no name says again the words I've memorized,
"Because, you will sit there each day until you die."