These are days without socks
Just like time without clocks
It passes, but I don’t know how it goes.
There are ledgers and spreadsheets
And other intellectual feats
My productivity seldom wains.
No matter, whatever I may do
The week doggedly charges through
Ending where it began, but further.
Yesterday I was but a lad
Trailing coattails of my dad
And today there is salt in my pepper top.
I understand how time must go
For it rarely flits away too slow
Since every day is filled with living.
Alas, there is no time to pause
In the wake of nature’s laws
I’m barefoot at my desk, but busy.
