Falling Minutes Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Minutes falling away from the clock, not being able
to be held in palms of my hands.
Wondering where all the time has disappeared,
calculating it's moments on earth, not finding the
amounts already used, because they've already gone
and disappeared.
A neutral sort of tribute as I walk away from the
time clock, not having the password to open the
passage of time before me.
Only locking it tightly behind me once and for all.