TIME

 

Procrastination is the thief of time;

Year after year it steals, till all are fled,

And to the mercies of a moment leaves

The vast concerns of an eternal scene.   That time is only a thief Yes time is a thief That will steal your tomorrows And leave you only yesterday Yes time is a thief That will rob you of your years Your youth the only ransom you can pay So treasure each little moment Don't let a single minute slip away Because time is a thief That will rob you of your years And never return one yesterday

At least, their own; their future selves applaud:

How excellent that life they ne’er will lead!

Time lodged in their own hands is folly’s veils;

That lodged in Fate’s, to wisdom they consign;

The thing they can’t but purpose, they postpone:

Resolves, and re-resolves; then dies the same.

And why? Because he thinks himself immortal.

All men think all men mortal but themselves.