A poem of frustrating thoughts on time.
Time holds you to it’s rules,
time can be kind and cruel.
Time we spend with our loved ones,
watch how the time runs.
An hour a minute a second,
the tick tock of the clock beckons.
We are slaves to it’s consent tick,
time we can not trick.
We try to make time,
you know the one you must have heard.
Not enough hours in the day,
a line we do say.
The clock is ticking ask yourself,
do you have the time or dose time have you?….
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