Time On Your Hands Poem by Audrey Heller

It's a terrible thing, to have time
on your hands. To sit around, with
nothing to do and not be able, to
make any plans. Oh, how slowly it
moves. In fact, it's actually creeping.
I can twiddle my thumbs, to stay
amused, to keep myself, from
weeping. Time, doesn't stand still,
it never will, it rolls along. time, is
what all of us need, to become
strong. You can never get ahead,
no matter how you try. Let the time
go by and you and I, will make the
moments fly, in time!