Greed

Ten-score shades bringeth thou,
From a raindrop come from heaven?
Can thou? If so tell me how,
When the drop but holdeth seven.

How many pearls maketh thou,
From a lone, roughened grain,
How many seconds can thou steal from Now,
When Time himself is slain?

Wherefore doth thou pursue greed,
When greed chaseth thou,
Wherefore is Envy's jealous steed,
Harboured in thine heart?

What gift is bestowed unto thou,
In return for thine pursuit?
What unholy gain, tell me now,
What flower, oh! what fruit?

Time

The clock on the wall ticks steadily,
Relentlessly, over and over,
O, I can stop the clock, certainly,
But I can't make Time any slower.

If only Time was just a clock,
Submissive to the will of men,
I'd never have to mind my talk,
'cause the past wouldn't be frozen then.

Tomorrow'll take today's place,
Yesterday's a memory already,
Time will never slow its pace,
And Today will never be steady.

I don't know what tomorrow'll hold,
And I fear what I do not know,
Everything new will soon be old,
With time age will only grow.

I want tomorrow to stay away,
I wish Time wouldn't run so fast,
But today is tomorrow's yesterday.
It's already a part of the past.