Lifes Future.
The seconds turn to minutes
And the minutes turn to hours,
“I really have so much to do
No time to smell the flowers.”
The hours move on and turn to days
The deadline must be met!
“Nothing must deter me now
Is there something I forget?”
The days move on and turn to weeks
“I must just check this through!”
The weeks roll on and turn to months
“There’s so much I must do.”
The months go past and turn to years
And all the things I’ve done
Are being done by someone new
My things just matter none.
I wish my life would come again
To be back in my prime
But father time is standing there;
Says “Sorry, got no time.”
By Dennis
The seconds turn to minutes
And the minutes turn to hours,
“I really have so much to do
No time to smell the flowers.”
The hours move on and turn to days
The deadline must be met!
“Nothing must deter me now
Is there something I forget?”
The days move on and turn to weeks
“I must just check this through!”
The weeks roll on and turn to months
“There’s so much I must do.”
The months go past and turn to years
And all the things I’ve done
Are being done by someone new
My things just matter none.
I wish my life would come again
To be back in my prime
But father time is standing there;
Says “Sorry, got no time.”
By Dennis