Time? We have all there is, my friend,
or all that's given-- they're not making more
and what we have isn't ours to spend
any way we want-- there's things to mend.
We do the best we can with the poor
time we have. All there is, my friend
is work to do, errands God will send
you on. There's no money on the other shore
and what we have isn't ours to spend.
No hurry. You may rise, or descend
but either way, you won't get there before
time. We have all there is, my friend,
so make the most of it, and at the end
you'll see no difference between what's yours
and what we have. Isn't it ours to spend?
You'd think so, seeing how people tend
to lose sight of the goal while keeping score.
Time? We have all there is, my friend
but what we have isn't ours to spend.
Sunday, January 28, 2007
Hours To Spend
Labels:
poetry,
villanelle
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