I've wasted all the time I can,
So much to lead my mind astray
As ringing chimes divide the day
While I go chasing frogs again.

I should be carved of sterner clay,
Award each thought an ardent span
And let it finish out its plan
But I am weak, and slump away.

Of scattered seeds, so few began
To grow, and my sparse résumé
Is scant of scenes and short of play-
I've wasted all the time I can.