I recently dug out some ancient poetry that I had writ early in my poetic career, and I thought maybe I should share this gem with my ITF family.

It doesn’t have the emotional depth of my current works, but it still speaks of deep and lasting truth, reaching each of us right where we live.


Oh time is moving slowly,
In fact I think it stopped.
But come tomorrow morning,
I’ll hate that rapid clock.

When time just creeps on by,
I cannot help but squirm.
But when I wish the clock would stop
How quickly those hands turn!

I guess I’ll have to live with it,
Right now I need to yawn.
No matter what I think or feel,
Time just marches on.

— Tom Troyer, Copyright 7-01