Time Poor

 Bereft of temporal wealth
I drown beneath these hourglass sands
Unable to break glass
Despite the emergency

Trapped on this fiscal treadmill
Running down existence
In exchange for distracted survival
Unable to catch my breath

Childhoods slide through fingers
Snatching desperately at nostalgic ghosts
Never quite doing justice
To the glory of fleeting innocence

Where does this rat-race end?
In a warfarin fuelled finish line?
To haemorrhage and bruise
In our dissected tribe