'Time'

 I think of time as something that there's simply not enough,

I don't know why we can't make more of this elusive stuff,

There's never any going spare when things need to be done,

But then, I'm no one special, I am not the only one

Who rushes each and every day, to fit all life's tasks in,

Inside we moan and grumble, on the outside there's a grin,

If only I could find the time to be at one with me,

To do the things I want to do, see things I want to see,

But life is not that easy now, we live at such a pace,

And often you can see the toll of this on someone's face,

We've lost the calm of yester-year, pursuing richer goals,

And all we do is dig ourselves in deeper, deeper holes,

How can I slow the time down, so to make a longer day,

If you might know, would you tell me, if you could find a way?

For millions who feel the same, I say this thing to them,

I would regard more time each day as quite a priceless gem.

© John Pemberton 1997