This is one of Eunice's newly submitted poems received this week. - poetheart 05/09/03
Finding time
Somewhere
Along the continuum
That never stops
The commodity is endless
But available only in chunks
Tiny little parcels
Doled-out carefully
As by some druid
With an hourglass
I'd like to wring the little bastard's neck
And kick his ass
© 2001 Eunice Irwin