My boy was given a football yesterday
It was bright and clean and new
I entrusted it to his mischievous hands
in the hope of tragedies few

He kept it sparkling clean for a while
but as his attention drew
the poor thing fell to disrepair
as beauties often do

I planned to patch it up tomorrow
but as tomorrow dawned, the thing
was mangled beyond repair
and my boy righteously fawned

What a disregarded concept
is the importance of today
the seconds ticking
by, wasted
so foolishly thrown away

So now I ask you humanity
if you were I and I you
as the seconds now are running few
what is it that you will do?