Because 'This' Is All We Have, Dear...

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