How Time Betrayed Me Poem by RIC BASTASA

the young dad fetches her daughter in school uniform
early morning
using his bike and they pass by the house as i sit by my window

and i realized how time passed
how time has betrayed me and how by all complacency did not complain

i do not notice how time flowed like a bullet train just in front of me

but i have no regrets
i am too preoccupied about mapping my way out without causing any
trouble

not a ripple to the pond when the water grasshopper lands.