There are matters much more urgent
Than the jingle of a dime
Darling, sometimes more than money
I wish for a bit more time
We get so caught up in ‘what-if’
We forget the best; what
is
Let’s lie beneath Time's blue-loaned sky
Or stroll fall's wind-blown This
Because, This is
all we have, dear
Before come-whatever-may
Rich or poor or in between, Here
Is Time's ever-present prey
We cannot command the hour
Time waits for no man, they say
But darling, we could do Something
That we say we’ll do Someday
Because, This is
all we have, dear
Before come-whatever-may
Rich or poor or in between, Here
Never takes a holiday
© Janet Martin
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