Today Is My Time, Poem by Mark Heathcote

Today is my time,
Tomorrow is yours
I'll mind my business,
If you'll - mind, yours.
I'll take a wife
A lover but of cause, not yours
Keep your hand off my bread and butter.
And I'll keep mine off yours?

Since I was an infant
I made my destiny mine to follow, not yours
In a year or two, I might be rich
By no help of yours
In 6 or 7yrs, I may be poor again
But I won't take alms from any of yours
In a decade or so, I'll be on my deathbed
defiantly wishing - it was yours.