Time

time is short - 'bout three foot two but that little dude can run circles 'round you and tie you up tight in a spider-like web suck your time dry as you fade and ebb in the blink of an eye your life is soon gone you look around and wonder, we're you've come from no time to catch up, it's lost to the past that short little ol' man knows it don't last father time watches the days short in supply relentlessly marching like unconquerable army hours ticking silently, sol's rays passing by wasted time passed to regret and feel sorry like we poured out our water on dry desert sand the hourglass pours out its sands of time try as we might we can't make it expand by begging to give us just a little more time so here's my advice to heed if you will to brim fill that cup we call living waste minutes wisely, don't waste them to kill they'll be dead 'n' gone, in a past unforgiving © Goode Guy 2012-07-18