Ignore what the physicists tell you,
for truth defies their neat laws
and time accelerates as you age.
Stop and consider that the time
you have left, however much it is,
will, per unit of their measure,
grow increasingly shorter
until, of course, you have none left
and then it will cease to matter.
So it is best to get on with living.
Put aside those self-help books,
let them gather the dust that they
so richly deserve, live, love,
as fully as you can (there, that’s the
the synthesis of several, no most
now useless self-help books)
and for your sake, but not mine,
don’t spend your precious time
reading poems about how time
is growing ever more precious.