let not a minute waste

you stare at your hand.

there's

a slight tremor, a shake,

a nervous

movement.

as if a small wind

has

pushed

it again and again.

you stare at the lines

on your face.

the smoothness

of your scalp.

you take stock of your

posture your waist.

the slight pain

in your back,

your knee and leg.

time has been neither

cruel nor nice.

but let's turn off the

light and go  forward,

time is fleeting.

let not a minute waste.