Limits Of Time

I’m watching the sunrise of a beautiful day;
with nothing at all scheduled or planned;
figuring how I’ll make time go away;
for it’s simply supply and demand.

I’ve so many hours to get things done;
and a great many things left to do;
eventually those hours will ebb to one;
my work load had better be through.

On other days, I’ve quite enough time;
to do everything that I’ve planned;
then I don’t need my schedule refined;
to complete my schedule’s demand.

Why can my schedule not match my hours;
is it such an impossible task;
cannot the creator of trillions of flowers;
find a way to make present last?

I’ve worked so hard to reach my success;
but time is no more on my side;
I lack the time, at night, to undress;
for I only have the time to abide.

I quickly run out of time for pleasure;
there’s not enough hours in the day;
and no longer have the time for leisure;
as the hours keep ticking away.

My biological clock keeps ticking, too;
putting my whole future’s life in doubt;
but time will not allow my life to renew;
and my time has almost run out.