Spare Time

I'm sure I gave more than my share
When I was asked for my time to spare.
But I just didn't get it, didn't understand
Why work and worry go hand in hand.
Now, the more I worked might I digress.
The less got done I must confess.
For someone else has owned my time,
Seems a crime to call it mine.
Hurry up! The days won't last.
When you work too hard, you live too fast.
This song I heard adds to my grief,
Says, "Life is short and time's a thief!"
The years are scrolled upon my face.
I would not live long at this pace.
Now, my back is broken.
My bones are brittle.
Should have taken more time, just to fish a little.
Was I able? Did no one care?
Another dead man!
Time to spare.

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