Time
When all is said and all is done
and when the race is over,
Will we be happy that we’ve run?
Will we wish to do it over?
Time marches on without a care
about what we are doing.
It bothers not with when or where
or what trouble is ensuing.
We may be bored; we may be stressed.
We may be steeped in sorrow
But time keeps plodding as if pressed
to reach the next tomorrow.
If in the end we have regret
for the things we didn’t do
we’ll be reminded if we forget
that there’s no use to rue
the time that’s gone will not return
and useless are excuses.
For if nothing else we learn,
know time bears no abuses.
Every second, minute, hour
is the same to every man.
It is within each person’s power
to do with as she can.
