Losing Time

Now that I look at the clock
I remember it
I wanted to hold time
Cradle time
Soothe it to my burdens
But time was to versatile
To loose
To free
So free in fact
That it flew away
Even when I held it to spark
Like one holds the breath
When seeing a gorgeous man
Smile at them
And than in a flash
He is gone
And you never know
If that smile was for you
Or the cute girls in the corner
Giggling behind you,
Yet smiles like that don’t come often
To people like me,
When smiles often mean too much
But are never enough
To satisfy my needful eyes,
My aching heart,
My blushing soul.

V. G. 2-18-02