Time Less

Unfinished projects abound.

Each day showing me they’re around,

They shift and fall and fret,

Hoping my attention to get.

Some buried beneath a paper stack,

Just lie in wait for what they lack.

Others in plain site collect

Dust, as each day them I neglect.

Sadly they all sit, waiting for the day,

For me to have time to bring life their way.

Rhyme