Hours to Fill

The day has many hours to fill

And most are unconsidered,

So often, we’re surprised by

All the time that we have frittered.

 

Yet sometimes, there’s a giant gap,

With minutes that are waiting

To see what we’ll resort to,

What ideas are percolating.

 

Most often, it’s the most mundane –

The phone, TV or reading

That makes the time slip quickly by,

The empty hours receding.

 

Before we know it, day is done;

We prep for life tomorrow

When, likely, we’ll look back and wish

For minutes we could borrow.