Timepieces weigh us down;

Each moment is the present day.

The future has lost its fashion;

The past has gone, they say.

 

‘We must live for the now’,

Insist some greater minds than mine.

What’s over is cheap currency,

Like corked, rejected wine.

 

Time should be worthwhile, though,

Comprising memories and fear,

And one small universe of smiles

Which stretch from ear to ear.

 

But our ambitious lives

Forget that which has gone before;

The tyranny of ticking clocks

Keeps knocking at our door.