The poem is the same in a relative way but it's older.

I have posted Pink Floyd's Time (in 2013) and Robert Herrick's To the Virgins, To Make Much of Time (in 2018). 

Last night I was reading The Cavalier Poets An Anthology by Thomas Crofts.  It includes Herrick's To the Virginia, To Make Much of Time and as I am rereading it, I suddenly realize that both Herrick and Pink Floyd (Roger Waters) are treating both the same topic and even have some similar imagery.  They have different motivations and different tones but similar material.  

Robert Herrick's 

Gather ye rose-buds while ye may,

Old Time is still a-flying;

And this same flower that smiles today

Tomorrow will be dying.

Is matched with Pink Floyd's

Ticking away the moments

That make up a dull day

Fritter and waste the hours

In an off-hand way

Robert Herrick's

The glorious lamp of heaven, the sun,

The higher he’s a-getting,

The sooner will his race be run,

And nearer he’s to setting.

with Pink Floyd's

And you run and you run

To catch up with the sun

But it's sinking

Racing around

To come up behind you again

Robert Herrick's

That age is best which is the first,

When youth and blood are warmer;

But being spent, the worse, and worst

Times still succeed the former.

Then be not coy, but use your time,

And while ye may, go marry;

For having lost but once your prime,

You may forever tarry.

with Pink Floyd's

The sun is the same

In a relative way

But you're older

Shorter of breath

And one day closer to death

Every year is getting shorter

Never seem to find the time

Plans that either come to naught

Or half a page of scribbled lines

Obviously Herrick's is the more hopeful, life affirming, the more hungering.  Roger Waters' version is darker and more resigned and . . . desperate.  

They are both wonderful poems but Waters' is deeper, more of an elegy.  It has a note of Arnold's Dover Beach which gives it added weight.  

Regardless, they are both to be enjoyed in their different ways.  I am just struck to only now recognize their parallels.  

UPDATE:  Ok, now this is just Frequency Illusion.  I come across an Auden poem with which I am unfamiliar which contains the same plaint, this time in Get There if You Can and See the Land You Once Were Proud to Own by W.H. Auden.  He ends with:

Shut up talking, charming in the best suits to be had in town, Lecturing on navigation while the ship is going down.

Drop those priggish ways for ever, stop behaving like a stone: Throw the bath-chairs right away, and learn to leave ourselves alone.

If we really want to live, we'd better start at once to try; If we don't, it doesn't matter, but we'd better start to die.

Get There if You Can is darker as with Roger Waters but has the same message along with Herrick.

Carpe Diem - Live now!