The Time Of Your Life Poem by Alistair Graham

I long for time,
extra portions,
a little wedge at no cost

I am the owner
of fragments, a dribble
of pottery pieces

I had time
on my hands and on
my side while a child

Giant jugs and plates,
and vases of time
of every colour


II

Time now is captive
Time is Daniel in the den
Time is Jonah in the belly

and my time is not my own,
or too little of it
at any rate

Whatever the rate,
time now is money
and the bulk of us

mere tools of the trade;
spanners,
working our nuts off