Speed   Days pass            
                 like speeding jets.
Mornings come quickly
even when sleep evades your body.  

You move from this to that            
the order you intended.  

You recall people            
                  and things
that shaped you.
there is no time to dwell on memories.
You have places to be
commitments you promised            
                    to fulfill.  

At days end
you look back and
                      where it all went and wonder            
                      will there be more time
Tony Sexton