> No time… to start over again my hair’s gray and growing thin. My eyes once bright, now dim, years too short, time’s too slim. No time… to gather the harvest growing in the field my bodies worn out and days still. No time… to enjoy the youth I once knew memories scattered and a jumbled muse. No time… to weep for all my wrongs cannot take back things long gone. No time… to erase words said wrong cannot turn the pages back to where I long. Year spent… cannot be retrieved take time, relax and breathe.