Our lives are so short
Like a fly we’re caught
In a web unable to get free;
We hurry here and there
Seems there’s no time to spare
In this maelstrom of misery.
Like a half-remembered dream
Or summer mist on a stream
Our days too soon melt away.
We keep on rushing around
Feet hardly touching the ground
The rule of the clock we obey.
Too often can our days
Be cut short in many ways
That we’re left in utter despair.
So treasure each day as you can
For, so short is your life-span;
None can love you when you’re not there.