There Is Not Much Time Left... Poem by Peter S. Quinn

There is not much time left
it flows and it flows,
it goes in its bereft
it´s gone before one knows.
Time is of importance
for everything is going,
around around in a dance
gone before you're knowing.

There is nothing to be said
that hasn't yet been done,
and nothing to be had
that's new under the sun.
Just remember all this
for it's worth its while,
life is absorbed in a bliss
no matter what's its style.

There is not much time still
for times keep on going,
some realities to fulfill
before it's gone or going.
And you'll just run out of luck
trying to find a clear answer,
and then your time is stuck
somewhere with a new dancer.