Stopwatch © Poem by Roann Mendriq

Life is but a treadmill,
we trudge along all day;
Measuring every minute,
as we rush our lives away.

Racing every morning,
ruled by a vacant chime;
Frantically speeding,
Fighting against time.

No time to stare at trees,
to take my time to wonder;
No time to gaze at falling leaves,
to simply pause and ponder.

That's enough, I tell myself,
This must stop with me;
I take my eyes off my watch,
and pour myself some tea.

Sipping at the window,
just gazing the clouds;
Lazying in a velvet sky;
regardless of the crowds...

who hasten aimlessly below,
in a manic, panic pace;
Plodding on to nowhere,
still racing...just in case.

It's time to stop our watches,
to take our own sweet time,
To free the silent verses,
To simply smile and rhyme...