Not wasting mine
I’m racing time
Till the end of mine.
I know in the end time will beat me
But don’t want to be spending mine cheaply
Let me have a good time treat me
Be a friend of mine don’t cheat me.
I’ve a hunger in my belly
Can you feed me time tell me?
Time will you befriend me?
Before time, undoubtedly, makes you an enemy.
© Daniel Breslin