Forever and a Day

if the Lord had given me
forever and a day
I’d squander the infinity
and then sweat it for a day

but if the Lord had given me
enough of time to do
what needs be done in this short life
I’d screw that all up too

and if the Lord gave me a tick
to simply sit and be
I’d wonder what to be like
while I rubbed my rheumy knee

the truth is we can’t count the days
that haven’t yet arrived
and lay to waste the ones that have
in strategies contrived

from this day on I do commit
to live life off the clock
for time is an illusion
boss, we need to have a talk

This bit is in response to my favorite rhyme & meter guy, Frank Solanki. His poem Sunday Comes Too Early is my kind of stuff.