Time For Nothing Poem by Mathew Sutter

There seems to be no time for anything,

The world rushes around you,

And the next thing you know,

Summer is gone,

Fall has past,

And Winter is a memory.

Years seem to turn into days,

And centuries turn into seconds.

Life speeds up as you get older,

Just to tell you that soon you will die.

The clock is ticking as you rush to do,

What you always wanted to do.

But there seems to be little time for anything anymore.

Tick, Tick, Tick goes the clock.

Your head sweats as you run around doing,

Things you always wanted to do.

Life picks up speed and soon you trip,

And fall.

Time up...