Time-Watch Poem by Smoky Hoss

This world, this life offer so much potential, and deliver so little, either by design or our own failings, individually and collectively. If we could only get out of each other's way long enough to find our own. Not here, I fear. Not here.

It's a marvelous poem, Smoky! Here's to you, my friend (raises toast..Perrier water? lol)

Sometimes I think I would like to get away from the madness and get off the crazy spinning clock - excellent piece of poetry Smoky.

Hey- If I was you Smoky- I'd change that last word to Rock! Cause it rocks! your poem ;) But I understand if you don't, because you've got that whole clock-watch metaphor thingy going full throttle- the spring is wound! (smile)

in our mad race against time we fail to redeem the time! very good!