When?

When do we plan to "make up" for list time? Who do we plan to "borrow" time from If no one owns it? When do we "have" time for anything If time was never ours? Yet we try to lend these hours To money, which we give to get the things We can hold and, maybe, love Bu the things of more importance in life Like love and laughter Disintegrate with each second hastily marching to our graves Hence, life itself dies with the seconds passing The seconds we say we "own" To welcome us again at the marking of our tombstones And the epitaphs will ask you, "What did you do with the time you borrowed?" Despite what is said, your ghost will NOT come And reclaim those precious seconds lost So answer me this: when did you live?