Time Is Of The Essence. Poem by ivor or ivor.e hogg

My time grows short I'm getting old.
The years pass by so speedily
Each day is worth much more than gold.
I greet each morning thankfully

But time moves on remorselessly
Although my memories enfold
My youthful days effortlessly
My time grows short I'm getting old

Long, long ago when I was bold
I faced the future fearlessly.
Perceptions change as you grow old
The years pass by so speedily.

I made my way successfully
And I grew rich as I grew old.
But life experience has taught me.
Each day is worth much more than gold.

Time- cannot be bought or sold,
Time moves onward steadily.
And as the passing years unfold
I greet each morning thankfully.

I've learnt the only certainty
Applicable to young and old
You must accept reality
I think my tale is nearly told.
My time grows short.
Monday,28 January 2013