Out of time

I am running out of time.

The morning traffic rushes down the street,
As hurried businessmen and commuters meet.
I sit inside my car and check the clock,
While angry drivers start to swarm the block.
I rush to meetings, checking off my list,
Chasing the promotions that I might have missed.
I sprint through airports, working on the fly,
And watch the golden years go rushing by.
Too busy building up a grand career,
To notice autumn blending into the year.
I am running out of time.

The doctor looks down at the clipboard chart,
And speaks of shadows on an aging heart.
The calendar is full of medical dates,
To track the pace at which the body fades.
I count the pills inside the plastic tray,
That keep the standard aches and pains at bay.
The evening news reports another year has passed,
A terrifying reminder that nothing can last.
I grip the handrail tightly on the stairs,
And add some urgency to my daily prayers.
I am running out of time.

I sit alone beneath the backyard tree,
And let the quiet evening wash over me.
The shadows lengthen on the garden grass,
As clouds of white and gray slowly pass.
No schedules call me, and no bosses ring,
I simply sit and hear the robins sing.
The sunset paints the sky in brilliant gold,
A gorgeous masterpiece for the old.
I close my eyes and breathe the peaceful air,
Content to leave behind my worldly care.
I am running out of time.