no time

the world is
complex.
it's become harder than
Chinese algebra.
there's no relaxing.
no stopping.
no putting down the phone.
we are rats in a maze
that we created.
work is twenty four seven.
children and pets.
parents dying.
the house, the maid,
all the ex's in a row
knocking perpetually at
the door.
there are leaves to rake.
the weeds need pulling.
the phones never
stop ringing.
there's no time
for true love, for true
conversation,
no time to sit on the porch
and swing
as the sun sets,
as the breeze blows
softly against our skin.
hand in hand.
heart in heart. before
you know it, it's over
and you realize how much
of life you wasted.