It slips...by...without a stumble or fall It passes the night... Dedication... Never to stall
It flies by, it runs out Sans wings or legs to flee When I ask for more... It ignores my plea
One would never accuse it Of being biased or unfair Each day it gives all An equal, yes equivalent share
Moments all lovely, created by two Were all so brief and oh too few Moments craving momentum Momentum lacking the cue
Scribed kindling moments A humble poem with simple rhyme Anxiously awaiting To become an aria sublime Lyrics still wanting of rhythm Rhythm still wanting of time