Wasted Time

I saw you walking on Main Street.

You were wearing that smirk again.

What is it about your heir

That bothers me so?


I remember a time of simplicity,

Before life’s complications.

More the fool I

That I ever kept score.


And now?

Too many wasted moments.

My resolve is one of surrender

To each their own.


© 2007, Tim Prendeville

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