And what are we?

In this sprawl of life, and rushing to and fro

To get the things we know we must have…..or think we know.

A speck of stardust, washed by ocean water,

Forged by time and currents of living,

Adam’s son or Eve’s daughter.

Racing against the speeding clock,

To earn, to have, to own, to beat the rest; lest those around us point and mock.

The bigger house the faster car,

The children 2.4 in clothes from the GAP. With a little luck (and the right hand shook) someone will make my little Johnny a star.

‘The boss says I’ll make the board one day soon’

Well a word or warning for you and all

As you strive to reach for the moon…..

Tempus fugit and it fugits fast.

So seize this day by all means

But remember this ….it may be your last