I found an old poetry book, which I appear not to have returned to my school back in 1985. I don't think they've missed it. Anyway, I found this poem and thought it was great:
I am a sundial, and I make a botch
Of what is done far better by a watch.
Hilaire Belloc (1870 - 1953)
There's another poem in there about a motorcyclist dying after a crash cos no-one bothered to help him, thinking it was already too late. I don't like that one very much. It's a bit too close to home. DD - 15 years gone, but not forgotten, mate.