No time, is that what you say?
To the child who asked you to play,
No time, fast it grows and rides and runs from us
For us to grow old to loose our way.
No time, the words we hear from our children, our children’s children.
Is it sad, or longed pining, that has led us astray?
No time, for fun and family ties, gone, alone.
Heated bouts and sorrowed claims no doubt our shame.
No time, for fame and glory rest on high, above those things we once had.
Tears for daddy, mommy, nos and don’ts keeping them at bay.
No time, to hear a song, to dance, to sit and tap your foot, ballet, ballads gone sly,
A recital, a play, what do they have to do with life?
No time, the hardship a longing for fair, for your dues, well tough.
Life isn’t fair, said the mother to the child, why not said the child to the mother, is there no other way?
No time to try those things you always wanted to, why do we hide that which is dear?
Looking past the grey dull aluminum doors, the black night so sure,
Not time, passed by in the darkness, blanketed by the yellow aluminum lights.
Twenty years is that long, so long to already have regrets?
No time, what have I accomplished, made for the world, if not myself?
What will the; shoulda, coulda, wouldas, be for me from day to day.
No time, is that what you say, to those who ask you to stay, to count the time, to watch out the picture window at the world around us. Is that what you say to those who look to you for help, for a shoulder, an embrace? Is time really worth all that which we have?
Our lives are often filled with timeless memories, but now they grow fewer and fewer as the bustle and speed of things increases. I despise those who hurry (sorry if you are one of them) but those who do never seem to catch or find the things, those simple things, that can make life so much more pleasant.