Frittered Away

a villanelle

Too many hours, too many wasted days!
The clock is ticking, life is passing by.
My time is wasted in so many ways!

I sit on hold, my eyes begin to glaze,
I doodle idly, maybe yawn or sigh. 
Too many hours, too many wasted days!

I stand in line and wander in this maze,
and as I wait, I have to wonder why.
My time is wasted in so many ways.

I'm known to type in passwords wrong always!
A letter or a symbol comes up shy.
Too many hours, too many wasted days!

Writing is hard; I need the proper phrase.
Words sometimes fail, no matter how I try.
My time is wasted in so many ways!

The work I do, it rarely garners praise.
Also, I fear, the well is running dry.
Too many hours, too many wasted days!
Our time is wasted in so many ways!