There will come a time
When mould shall overtake
The body idle incubator
Putrified and perished
Why then lie about so
That time will come soon
Enforced by mortality
Regret left to ever rot
Seize the moment now
Make haste and best too
For potential left undone
May moulder seeds of hope
Do not lie down mouldering
Run to the limits unknown
There will be plenty of time
So much, in thoughtless rest