TimeLoss

 

It is dangerous to linger here.

The danger comes from Time,

Who can steal upon you silently,

And calmly rob you blind.

You sit and think, and think and sit.

Not achieving much.

You tell yourself, it must be right,

Perfect, gold, and such.

Long before you’re satisfied,

You will move on.

Leaving in your wake a trail

Of “almost-done.”

Weep, lament, mourn your lost

Successes.

You could have tried, at least,

To best this.

Now, we cannot know

What great

Works you might have made –

Too late!

All we know right

Now

Is that you have

Bowed

To the gods

Laze and Sloth.

O, lost!

No cost

But

Time.

NB


 

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