So Why Bother? ....... Poem by RIC BASTASA

we always feel short of
time
this feeling that we have
not really done
enough
that something is left undone
that someone is left out
uncared

yet if we see how we simply
talked and talked and sit by the cafe
watching time pass us by
we could have realized how inconsistent
we have become

we all wasted time and then we tell ourselves
we lack time
as usual we do it
making fools out of our failures

and then justifying, 'well at least i am
happy. I always have time for myself.'

let time pass, we do not own it anyway.
it is meant to be with itself, so why bother?