Alone no time to spare

The bone under my hair

Contains all I bare.

 Once when I was there

 I knew then to care and

 Wondered  how unfair

Our conundrum.  Unlike air

None of time is redone.

Fun moments come upon

How often?  Not rare.

Poets just notice

And we know this

New poems must own us

Or they're gone forever

Without being set free

Written 10-19-2010 pfm.