Minute Fifteen

There is no time like today Dreams of tomorrow that will never come Yesterday, full of regret; that day is done Time is acting without delay   Never enough time is same As forever having time until never The clock of paralysis—so, clever Numb is day that almost came   A minute stolen; a minute per token The hand stops at quarter of day Hungry is the man who must pay An hour glass, now, broken   In fifteen minutes A symphony I can write Paint the sky a hue of red bright In fifteen minutes   The world would…