In our short lives how often do we wish it away
waiting for hours to get out of our daily work
or for each weekend to come to go out to play
some do not have or want jobs so just shirk
still getting ready to get out for some fun
others like lounging about soaking up the sun!
No matter what the pace we head to our demise
ruled by the never ending clock we just wait
when one is young we race to get to adult size
wishing years away to get out the school gate
onto university or starting those first time jobs
some seeking trouble destined to be slob’s!
There is no end to wishing away our allotted slots
those marriage vows hoping it would last and work
to the dreaded divorce too many must yearly face
that can go on for years where hidden issues lurk
letting minutes fly by wondering where it has gone
for some lifes far too short and others it is too long!
Those who are fit enough to cope and in good health
being elderly has no worries this is great
but many who have struggled to live it must be hard
precious moments we do cherish
we can only make the best of the time we are given
as to our demise our short lives are driven!
The Foureyed Poet.