Time Is Not Ours Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Time is flowing ever onward, no one able to hurry or slow
it down, taking it's good old time as it always does, yet
we are going through our daily duties and tasks without
thinking about it.

Until realizing that all of a sudden we're running late
for an appointment or else we're much too early and have
to wait around, reading magazines, watching television or
talking to others to pass the time.

Funny how we all revolve around schedules of time and it
does nothing to accommodate any of us.