Poetry/Time

Time

Time. It is precious yet elusive.

We need so much yet it's exclusive.


Time for work, time for play.

Yet as we seek it flies away.


Time for family, time for friends.

Yet in our need time ends.


Time to seek, time to find

We have no time to look behind


Time to bloom, time to grow.

As we age we watch time go.


Time to laugh, time to cry.

Yet while we live it's time to die.


Time is something we cannot hold.

Use it well, it is far more precious than gold.

Time

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