Time is an elusive thing
that no one can hold on to.
It marches on its own sweet way
people drowning in its wake.
Why do we deceive ourselves
that we have so much of it?
Putting off from day to day
all the things we mean to do
from a mixture of laziness and fear.
'Seize the moment' someone said or I read.
'Yeah yeah', tomorrow' I said.
Too many tomorrows became
too many yesterdays I did not seize,
now all that's left are empty memories.