there is never enough time
for anything or anyone you love
as we grow old regret sets in
for all we wish we'd done or said
the workday is a ticking clock
that steals the years from us
the children grow into tomorrow
we blink an eye and they are gone
we can't recapture yesterday
love comes and goes with sunrise
and in a final act of cruelty
old age will take whatever is left
no one escapes the dilemma
so do not watch the clock
look around and find the time
the moments within today
We have indeed created unnatural work and living environments that breed sickness rather than healthy, sound lives.
True but we have to fight back. We must demand better. Thanks for reading and commenting.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A marvellous piece like the one first wrote Horatius Flacus by his Leykonoe, carpe diem.