Time

by Esther Wathen   Jan 1, 2006


It passes by quickly,
Not waiting for a soul.
paying not an ounce of attention,
To the public opinion poll.

Ticking and tocking,
With no care for regret.
It stays on beat,
While making many upset.

Some have learned to keep it,
At a tolerable degree.
Though others still despise,
This precious commodity.

It is what we call time,
And it will take us all some day.
The key is to not fear it,
But to take advantage of it’s ways.

So remember to enjoy life,
And all that time has given you.
For it’s generosity is magnificent,
and your appreciation is long overdue.

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