We Live On Borrowed Time [Poem]

We live on borrowed time,

And we forget to spend it right.

We run, we dwell, we try and fall

But never really live enough.

 

We live on borrowed time,

And lose these days without a smile.

We fall like leaves, we break and die

And life becomes a fruitless mile.

 

We live on borrowed time,

We pay these seconds with our soul.

The clockmaker is inexpressive.

We can’t escape the faithless toll…

 

We live on borrowed time,

And death is waiting in your path.

You’re here today and on this morning.

Tomorrow – dead and rotten in the dark.

 

We live on borrowed time,

And then we die and fade away.

So ask yourself one little thing…

You really are alive today?

 

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