I thought that time was on my side
The ticking progress of the clock
The westward passage of the sun
Every minute brought me closer
To naptime, bus time
Screen time, bedtime
When my time
Would be mine again.
But there are things that I forget:
That time goes one way only
That ticking clocks are counting down
And after day comes night, and endings.
The end of play for its own sake
The end of eyes-wide wonder
Of when my arms could carry them
Of when they called me Daddy.
And one day I will watch the clock
In the twilight of a silent house
When all my time is mine alone
Though I’d give it all to share it.