I have to this, I have to that; <br />What makes me think I must? <br />I cannot take the time to chat, <br />Much less escape the thrust <br /> Of time, who's marching onward now, <br /> Abrading all I am. <br /> The test of time, I cannot pass, <br /> No matter how I cram. <br /> <br />We have to take what time metes out: <br />We cannot start afresh. <br />Perhaps our spirits can survive, <br />But surely not our flesh. <br /> We will endure while we endure, <br /> Until we're laid to rest. <br /> We must accept the way things are, <br /> So why should we be stressed?<br /><br />James Walter Orr<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-way-things-are-7/
