Time slows to half speed
We watch its passing
After walks and card games and shows
Wondering what it is we do all day
Back when our lives are routine
How does time slip away
When now it is molasses in our hands
We close the shades early
Deciding it is night
To shepherd time along
Like it can be coaxed
Like we can control
When anything will happen
When what’s supposed to happen
Will happen
Right on time
With Love,
Natalie