Lost Time

This is one of two poems I wrote that were inspired by Iron and Wine (otherwise known as Sam Beam). He's one of the great poet-songwriters of our time, and if you haven't heard of him, you should do yourself a favor and look him up. Sorry about the commercial plug, but if it's good enough, then it transcends commerce. In this case, the idea first sprung from the title of one of his albums - Our Endless Numbered Days.


Lost Time

I once used my time
as if it were sand,
pouring it out
through a slackening hand,

and I wish that I knew
what I now comprehend:
my time was a gift
and those endless days end.