Wasted Time

Another month – gone.
Where?
How much time spent doing things
I’d rather not have done?

How much time wasted
worrying over what will likely
never come?

How little time actually lived
enjoying each present moment
for only what they were?

How little indeed.
Looking back now
it’s mostly a life
I can’t remember; that
feels like was never really mine:
sad, that so much of it
wasn’t truly
lived.