The Time Saver

Chinks nicked

here and there

fell amongst the change

he couldn't pocket -

should have spent it.



Enjoyed odd stolen moments -

could have, should have 

organized the units, hours better -

minutes,

seconds -



would have

used them kindly -

dealt them wisely,

but frittered

they slipped

through fingers -

hour-glass style. 



Out of hands

time lands in heaps 

like salt, like sand;

uncertain

pointers spin around

the clock

at a rate of knots -



All he knew was 

there was plenty

when he started,

but what there was, 

got lost, or wasted - taken

from the lazy -

and he was.



Meant to heal,

its lack hurt.

Looking back 

he saw he never appreciated 

how very short 

he was - 

till now -



Seconds flown.

He'd had it.



Time tells, and it did -

It said,

he'd raced against the good,

the bad, the best, the worst, 



and fallen 

by the wayside.

He'd never had enough,

but time had