Time

Time Time is always wasting, But where does it all go? The clock is always ticking As we travel to and fro. We're always running here and there, And doing this and that. The morning comes, then night time falls, Each day, in nothing flat. We always try to cherish time, And slow it down somehow. Sometimes we don't remember All we have is here and now. We cannot live in yesterday. Tomorrow never comes. My friend, today is all we have, So stop and hear the drums. The drums are always marking time, Every moment, every day. No matter what, the band plays on. What tune does your band play? This day has to be the one, For now is all we've got. Moment after moment We're either living or we're not. Thomas Cusick