When I Have Time

When I have time There's a poem to be written, A song to be sung.
When I have time There's a child to be led, a prayer to be said,
When I have time I'll tell you a story, I'll visit a friend.

Alas, time is gone.
The poem's unwritten, the song unsung,
The child is a man, grown up unled.
The prayer, ah the  prayer, it wen unsaid.
Teh story is ended, the friend is dead.
For what momentous affiar did I neglect
A poem, A song, A child, A friend

Was it a dirty dish?  An unmade bed?

Ida M. Walters