I am fasinated with the concept of time as of late. So my last three poems reflect that. Sorry if it is getting redundant.

I am rittled how time has went astray.
If one were to ask myself.........
What have you done with the day?

For Lord knows, the doors are few and far between
Where the riches lie and the fortune to be seen
When one beholds among the step behind
there will be no fortune in wich you'll find.

Now I sit here... emotion egasp
For now I realize
the time has gone and past.