60, 59, 58…
Sixty extra minutes, fifty nine really would surmise.
But an extra hour really would be kinda nice.
In that extra precious time I could surely make you mine.
My little tiny world could pause and still I would have time.
I could stretch and flex my fingers
in calm anticipation of this feeling that lingers.
I could make a cuppa, 2 sugars, white,
sit for a moment and enjoy the night.
They’d be time for a piss and still nothing i’d miss.
Time to relax, let go of the day
still plenty of time to sit back and play.
And when the new day arrives,
still I could soar and fly.
Time would be mine to wake from this slumber,
for the clock would be showing just a new number.
I could yawn and stretch or even play fetch.
I could explore and devour and be left hoping for more
if I could just get the extra hour I need at that door.
Karen Hayward ©2016.