Time

Time is something we never have much of,
The shortage of which we remain in the clutch of.
When working full time, it was always a battle,
And the story’s the same in New York or Seattle,
To get to each chore in a work-a-day week;
If you work, then you know of the truth that I speak.
There’s laundry and shopping and bills that await,
Plus cooking and cleaning and mail to keep straight.
Perhaps you have homework to help with or do,
Or a dentist appointment you have to get to.
Yet somehow you squeeze it all in – you’ve no choice,
And when the week’s over, it’s time to rejoice.

But now I’m retired, so time should expand;
At least that’s what I was led to understand.
Yet I’m busier now that when I went to work;
Of course, I sleep later – that’s surely a perk.
And I do get to exercise – daily, in fact;
And I work on the crossword with naught to distract.
I take classes and read, see museums and plays;
I accomplish so much it can make your eyes glaze.
But my point is – I still need more time than I’ve got.
I’m not quite complaining – believe me, I’m not.
But whether you’re working or basking at leisure,
Time should be recognized as a true treasure.
Slowly it slips through our fingers before
We realize it’s gone, and we want even more.
There’s never enough of it – let’s just admit it.
I’ve taken my stand – now it’s time to submit it.