Lost Time

by Lucretia   Jun 30, 2008


Oh what a tangled web we weave,
the over rated goal to over achieve

We kiss our kids goodnight and say "No honey, I worked hard today, I don't have time to talk...tomorrow"

Tomorrow comes, we are late to rise and we say "Later honey, gotta get you to school, or you'll be late"
and we don't see the sad face or hear the disappointed sighs

Oh the tangled web we weave, when our children are adults and they have no time for us

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