No Time

No Time

by Tom Hicks

Oh once upon a winter morning,

I went for a walk with my father.

We walked down the road and into the woods.

We took a shotgun and a box of shells.

It was around late November, I think.

We passed the ruins of an old country house.

We walked alongside of a frozen river.

We passed the remains of a fallen bridge.

We practiced shooting targets on the side of a hill.

We stayed there about eight hours.

Ah, but those days are gone.

No time to play.

No time to run.

No time to fish or hunt.

No time at all in this crazy world.

No time.

No time for anything.

This world is not fair.

This world is not right.

We must cherish everything that we do.

We mustn't run on by.

We should linger, but not too long, then get on with our lives. We shouldn't forget but remember.

The pain of remembering will one day let us do it again.