Spending time

 Is that another day?

Is that another day lost?

Is that another day gone?

With nothing to show

With nothing  that lasts. 

As the time-bank runs down

I’m spending time faster 

As the clock ticks down

I’m hurrying on

Rather than saving I’m spending

Regardless that savings deplete

Rushing to spend every last cent 

Draining deposits, blowing the lot. 

I’m hoisting the sails higher than ever

Up with spinnaker barreling strong

It seems not to matter when hurrying on

Unless I drop anchor and moor in the harbor. 

Why am I so careless with carefree abandon? 

Deaf to clock chimes and blind to the hours? 

I’ll make today matter, I’ll carve it in stone 

I’ll not let this new month slip through my fingers.