When we tally our time
Slower it grinds
To a halt it would seem now and then.
When our minds are care free
Time flies in full speed
Left wondering are we where it’s been.
Of course we all know
A boil will not grow
From the pot we now watch with intent
If the Boil is to roll
Then ones eyes must stroll
Onto other tasks without resent
A boil will not grow
From the pot we now watch with intent
If the Boil is to roll
Then ones eyes must stroll
Onto other tasks without resent
If you think 'Come what may'
Then soon may you say,
Time has no hold on my form.
But look close in the mirror
The facts now are clearer
Times been holding you since you were born.
Then soon may you say,
Time has no hold on my form.
But look close in the mirror
The facts now are clearer
Times been holding you since you were born.
Not to worry, nor fret
Times not for regret
But a dash between dates on a stone.
How we spent it, says much
Of the lives we did touch
Or the roads we did travel alone.
Times not for regret
But a dash between dates on a stone.
How we spent it, says much
Of the lives we did touch
Or the roads we did travel alone.
Ray Winkleman. ©2007
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