This is a short poem about time and how little of it we seem to have. It is not particularly serious, just a little thing I wrote to relieve some stress and whatnot.

Too much to do, and so little time,

If only I had some time that was mine!

I give time to my sister, time to my friends,

Time to the schoolwork that never will end.

The time for this poem, indeed, is quite dear;

I should really be working, not writing this here.

But what can I do in this fight against time?

No penny, no nickel, no quarter, no dime

Can buy me the one thing I really need—time.