The Cruelty of Time

The tick and tock
How its hands do mock
Their movement slow and subtle

And slower still
When you’ve had your fill
The minutes seem to double

When a lovely day
Has gone your way
So has it, like the wind

But alas the strife
Of a glacial life
Til the joy returns again

Please slow your gears
Let me feel these years
As more than just a minute

But again I wake
And each tick you take
Feels as though I wasn’t in it