Time, time, time

I’m tired, so tired

I’m run down, so run down

There’s nothing left in me,

Nothing left to give

What am I giving? (my time)

Who am I giving it to? (my boss)

Why do I give it to ‘em? (for money)

Why do I need the money?  (to live)

Why do I need to live?

For time.

Time to do the things I want to do.

Time to sing, laugh, joke, play

Time to run, but for sheer joy,

Not ‘cause I missed the train

Time to stretch my limbs out

Not run my brains out

On a treadmill

Trying to get fit

When fitness is about moving your limbs all the time,

Stretchin’ when your body says

Stretch!

Not just when the clock ticks and tocks

And the alarm goes “beep.beep.beep”

Time to work out

Time to pack all the movement your body requires

Into a 30 minute pilates class

Or a 20 minute jog.

And even THAT most people don’t have time for.

Time, time,  time.

If only people knew,

It’s G-d’s gift to us.

We shouldn’t be givin’ it away for money.

We should be givin’ it to Him.