Time That's Given To You Quickly Goes Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Speeding up to catch on fast,
What has long slipped from your grasp...
Is like playing ping pong,
In those yesterdays gone.

You left your saddle to collect upon it dust.
And that boat you use to paddle has rust.
Now...
You believe that you can just float.
And...
You believe that you can just mope.
But...
Time that's given to you isn't slowed,
No...
Time that's given to you quickly goes.
So...
There's no boat for you to slow row.
No!
Time that's given to you quickly goes.

You left your saddle to collect upon it dust.
And that boat you use to paddle has rust.
So...
There's no boat for you to slow row.
No!
Time that's given to you quickly goes.
And...
You believe that you can just mope.
But...
Time that's given to you isn't slowed.

Speeding up to catch on fast,
What has long slipped from your grasp...
Is like playing ping pong,
In those yesterdays gone.
And...
You believe that you can just mope.
But...
Time that's given to you isn't slowed.
No!
Time that's given to you quickly goes.
So...
Bloating hesitators oughta doze.
So...
They wont noticed that the time goes.