Ye squander time
Lacking the know
Of rapid decline,
Or how long to go
Before its consign,
Will find abuse
Hence so resign,
From inert pursuit
Of animate minds,
Whose idle wade
Be comatose blind,
In a pathos shade
Of life’s meagre time!
Searching ever so
For an alter ego,
As one not long ago
Feigned to have been
Was found to be a foe,
A possible doppelgänger
Whose ruse made find
The now and then
Had shades of idle time,
Did cagily fix to lend
A way to render bind,
If but to hide pretend
The making of a friend!
I watch it seems
Days pass
Mostly unseen,
And thus so fast,
Has me want find
Time made to last,
Short of recycling
Fallow idled past,
Thus to be used
Until we so design,
To hold back time!
