Poem

I was going through some old papers, and I found a poem that I wrote a few years ago. Here it is:

Time flies… even when you’re not having fun.
Time flies when you’re busy, when you don’t have time.
When you have time, time doesn’t fly.
When you have no time, time flies.
You can’t have it because it’s flown away.
Come again some other day… if you have time.