We Are But Thieves
By John Herlihy
Time makes of us but thieves,
As we steal away the hours.
We laugh as our thievery grieves,
With the waning of our powers.
No longer young and getting old,
Poorer with each passing date.
We have all our virtues sold,
We cannot afford to be late.
We know well that time goes by,
Relentless minutes and hours.
We cannot ask the reason why,
Only sit there alone in lofty towers.
And watch below the closing gate,
I now know how to patiently wait.
Love ya!
Jane
and can truly relate,
but unlike your last line,
I've never learned how to patiently wait.
...And time marches on.
I insist.
It's because I still have
a lot of things I need to do.
And if I can't finish all my work
when I'm a hundred
I will live past that,
I insist.
Sandie