Quarter Past Noon

At quarter past noon, in a hospital room,

there I was born, no big bang, no boom.

I’m sure pain was involved and tears were cried;

can’t say I remember or I would say I lied.

Beginning then and ending when

this life of mine starts and ends.

Seconds, minutes, hours and days,

time seems to speed up and then its delayed.

Time has been a master and a slave;

time has been a roadblock and a fresh pave.






The Social Pool

Less truth and more lies?

Cheerful greetings and long good-byes?

Aging quickly and slowly all the while

not quite catching the latest styles.

Hey you. Yes, you. Over here.

Watch me as I disappear,

into the depths of the social pool

drowning in ineptness is so uncool.