I’m living on borrowed time
I stole it from the man next door
He died a couple of weeks ago
He doesn’t need it any more
I also ‘borrowed’ several days
from great aunt Mildred and her cat
It’s just an hour or two each month
I’m fairly sure they won't miss that
I’ve taken time from all and sundry
It waits for no-one, that’s for sure
I’ve stolen days from now ‘til Monday
I’ll take your weekend too and more
Time slips away all by itself
It won’t need my assistance
Time never tires or stops for rest
Time always goes the distance
Each hour you waste is forever gone
Its loss will cut you like a knife
Procrastination is my name, and
I’m having the time of your life
Steve Wheeler © 11 March, 2021
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