We are all guilty of it at some time in our lives, rushing around, organising our lives by the second. But before we know it, life has passed us by.

The poem is written as a parent to a son, with the italic line being the son’s response.

Tempus Fugit

Tempus fugit

Come on, sleep through my little one.

Come on, let’s walk you know you can.

Come on let’s talk you’ll need to soon.

What sort of cheese is on the moon?

Tempus fugit

Tempus fugit

Come on or you’ll be late for school.

And don’t forget the Golden Rule.

So hurry up, you’ll miss the bus.

Oh mum, calm down and stop the fuss

Tempus Fugit

Tempus Fugit

Come on, get in, stop your chat.

Just text your friends ‘bout this and that.

Come on, before the queues appear.

Oh mum, calm down, it will clear

Tempus fugit

Tempus fugit

Come on; move on, now school is done.

You’re grown up now, my only son.

It’s time to work so stop your play.

There’s always time another day

Tempus fugit

Tempus fugit

Come on it’s time for you to start

Keeping up with every part

Of life that flashes past your eyes.

Do I have to go, I hate goodbyes

Tempus fugit

Tempus fugit

Come on, I’m weary, help me find

The life I missed and left behind.

The life I rushed; I thought I knew.

Come on then, let’s join the queue

Tempus fugit

Perhaps it’s time to slow down and take time to look around and enjoy the moment. I know I’m going to…