Time Piece
Sometimes…I’m sick of time.
This strong current of seconds, minutes and hours elapsing,
never to be revisited.
It’s always there, reminding me of where I need to be
and it seems that so little of it is mine to use as I wish.
“It’s time for this and time for that” I hear them say,
I just wish they’d go away and let me savor a little more
of the grains of sand falling in my hourglass.
Time adds lines to my face, depth to my soul and prompts me to
be careful how I use this fleeting gift called life.
I really can’t despair because I do believe “my times are in His
Hand.” These feelings tell me I need to yield a just little bit more?
As I enjoyed my vacation, I realized just how busy I have been this year MW 7/31/02
This strong current of seconds, minutes and hours elapsing,
never to be revisited.
It’s always there, reminding me of where I need to be
and it seems that so little of it is mine to use as I wish.
“It’s time for this and time for that” I hear them say,
I just wish they’d go away and let me savor a little more
of the grains of sand falling in my hourglass.
Time adds lines to my face, depth to my soul and prompts me to
be careful how I use this fleeting gift called life.
I really can’t despair because I do believe “my times are in His
Hand.” These feelings tell me I need to yield a just little bit more?
As I enjoyed my vacation, I realized just how busy I have been this year MW 7/31/02
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