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
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