24/7

A poem about time, too much time.

24/7

Had I known, I'd be alone 365 days a year,
I'd have laughed and said, not me, not here.

Now I'm alone at day, at night.
Is this truly living? Is this really right?

I remember when I had not a minute to spare,
So much to do and nothing to wear.

I had places to go, things to do,
People to see and people to woo.

I had money to make, books to read,
Cars to wash and flowers to seed.

I had a baby to raise, a mother to see,
Never a moment, no time for me.

How time has flown, changes have come
To body and mind, I'm just about done.

Finally, at last, just before heaven,
I've time for me, yes, 24/7.