Always keeping busy
No time
To stop and stare
No time
To hear and smell
No time
To touch and feel
No time
To appreciate beauty all around
No time
To support those less fortunate
No time
For joy
No time
At all
Only time
To be busy
Silly fool,
For time slips through fingers like dust
Ever advancing towards the end
Upon the final judgement
Reflecting on your life’s work
Knowing you fully lived
Or were dead
Years before your time