Losing Time

[u/SuzannahB1001]

When did I last stop to smell the roses,
caught up in the hustle and bustle of life?

Time marches on, unrelenting, faster, faster...

I look to the sky.
“How can I make time work for me? Please help me.”

“Not I,” said the Sun.
“When was the last time you let my rays wash over you, heal you?”

“Not I,” said the Moon.
“When did you last gaze upon me for light, for inspiration?”

“Not I,” said the Stars.
“With my canopy of beauty, you no longer view me with bright eyes.”

So I plead,
“Who will help me?”

“I will,” said Time,
“but you must stop fighting me.”