Another second ticks by, I lost it like the last. I'll catch the next one, I swear it won't slip past. I save them in a jar, Not filled one up yet. It sits in the cubboard, Beside the stoneware set. Place settings for eight, A week's worth of dishes. Its rude company For a jar full of wishes. And here while I wait, Yet another slips by. Rude little seconds, Not stopping to say hi.