A Noisy Impatient Blur

A Noisy Impatient Blur,
it rushed by in a moment's time, nearly invisible,
like a vapor it rushed in and was gone before I could blink or think,
it whirled by me, whirled around me, whirled out the door and was gone,
ever passing, ever rushing, ever moving on.

And me, my busy, wearied Soul, watched in a daze of smoldering gloom,
busy, hurried, worried, restless, and caught up in endless rushing stream,
ever waiting to live, or living in a blur, never turning aside,
til the Timekeeper Himself stepped forth to bring an end,
to the warm up act that I never began.


WOW! Who knew I could come up with a poem.... haha! I always wanted to write poetry, but have just never tried, until I read Mrs. Belinda's blog, where she does poetry prompts...
http://upsidedownbee.blogspot.com/2009/04/noisy-impatient-chicken.html - this being her latest one.
Thanks Mrs. Belinda, that was fun, I never knew I had it in me!