Look of disapproval

Sometimes my life feels like a small child backed up against the wall enduring one drawn out look of dispaproval 

Time

When time became tired
When time became weary and worn
when time tried to pause
they said, no you must keep on
there is no stopping
there is no stopping time
but time slowed, just for a moment and remembered
all the time that had been taken
and so little time that had been given