It’s such a waste when people who

Spend half their lives engrossed in chat

Perceive that they are having fun,

With pallid mates, all underdone,

Or hangers-on. They chew the fat

Until there’s no fat left to chew.

 

The world spins round

And time goes by

And then they die;

 

Once they are safely in the ground

We wonder what they could have done –

What they would have amounted to –

If they had made the time to try.