Time Poem by Carolyn Brunelle

You either run out
or can't find enough of it;
time for sleep,
to complete all your work,
eat or play.
How do you run out?
How do you find more;
and how much do you need?
Does it fly away from you
at lightning speed or
is it a mind numbing drag?
Either one raises a flag
about how you use your
twenty four.
It's all the same
in everybody's day;
how you choose to spend
what's given,
THAT
only you can say.