“Time is the longest distance between two places.”
― Tennessee Williams, The Glass Menagerie
going isn’t easy
and staying isn’t hard
it’s the in between of it
that dawdles and drags its feet
time is fast
in the going and staying
but the in between time
the every- day
day in and day out
slows time
truck stuck in the mud slow
bogged in the weeds slow
held fast in the briars slow
stung with the common
day after day after day
whistling past the graveyard
of lapsed time
never to be redeemed
into golden coins
just dross and chaff
and the leavings of leftover
afternoons
and mornings
and midnights
when we were easy
in our minutes and hours
and there was still all the time in the world
thecourseofourseasons 
love the flow – perfect for spoken word – nicely done, K
time is a riddle…needs to be solved with discretion…a thought provoking write…
Ah yes, sometimes it does seem that the days drag on and on, but then again after the time has passed and we look back we realize just how fast life went. This poem makes me think of people at the end of their life looking back and thinking of all the time that they lost & perhaps wishing for even a little bit of that time to be returned to them again. I think perhaps this poem teaches a lesson…use the time you have when you have it.
The dread of the boring and our inability to change.. That inbetween of lingering.. Great write Kathleen
You’re right – lost time is never redeemed
when we were easy in our minutes and hours…love that bit…
isnt it funny how time always never lasts when we want it to
and never fast enough when we need it to…smiles.