One more minute.  One more hour.
Seconds, time, as sand is poured.
Days are shortened, seasons fast.
Though Winter months seem to last.
We wait and shiver out the cold,
for warmer days our spirits hold.
One more blizzard.  One more frost.
For in the Spring, those days are lost.
That clear rain's tapping keeps me in bed,
dreaming of Summer's fun ahead.
For three months walking on the sun,
will seem so long, until it's done.
An endless journey, time won't stall.
Seasons turning, returned to Fall.
Planting seeds forever growing.
Time is going, ever flowing.
We keep on going, never knowing
what we're owing till it's showing.
One more minute, for one more hour.
Time is what we pay.
And all that's in it, and all that's ours,
is only ours today.