Life is an anxious second
Slowed down to bend speed
Savour the waiting time
With different Loves
And many home fires
One day prosper happy
Next day sick and hungry
Feed in turn together
All are sights and sounds
Of a ticking clock tower
Watching from above
Locked hands clasp a gun
Famine beats at the window
Spending time borrowed
Wrapped in shroud silently
Or screaming too loudly
Unappreciated gift
Hope for a minute next time.