PASSING TIME AGAIN.

In slow motion
I go
Through the gestures
Of the day,
And answer,
As best I can,
The questions
That come my way,
And when
The end
Sends sleep to greet me
I welcome it
Gratefully,
And determine to make from it
A better
Beginning tomorrow.
But I don’t
Always honour that promise,
Especially when
I have a day off
From responsibility’s millstone,
And find
Myself alone
With the extra time I usually loathe,
And cannot decide
How best to spend its length,
Until,
That is,
I’ve wasted so much of it
Debating
What to do
That I find I’ve flown right through
Its waiting frame
And am facing sleep
Once again.