Languid hours lost to wasteful ennui
Seconds turn to weekends that melt away
Who are we to laze at length? Who are we?
Man was meant to labour all through the day
Before the earth was fully-formed and whole
Passed the first moment of Eternity
Three ages aged before the seas did roll
And boil and the first tree was thirsty
Time passed then as it passes now -- away
The seconds -- each one reckon'd -- that we stole
Which one of us has not once thought to pray
To reclaim youth-fritter'd time when we're old?