Time is taking all its time
To pass itself away
Seconds minutes hours then
Are turning into days
And every day is just the same
All that changes is the name
Soon to make another year...
Another day gone by

You can not touch or taste or feel
A minute in your life
You can not hold it in your hands
Or bribe it for a slice
It's here and now and then it's gone
Was it ever there?
The Mad Hatter surely laughed
at the crazy ol' March Hare
With his pocket watch
sweeping by
The minutes of his life
In a rush to do enough
before he finally died....

Me?
Here I sit and sip my tea
Forever and anon
Savouring my moments spent
Before the moments gone

Roosty