Time Poem by Cynthia Buhain-baello
Time
As precious as the golden sands
That fleeting winds blow freely,
Once in flight, he never lands
And with no leave, departs quickly.
He does not stop for any master,
Nor does he wait for any king.
For those who love, he will not falter,
For the dying, he is everything.
He mocks those who are wealthy,
His price has value more than gold.
But Time cannot be bought by money,
A fugitive we cannot hold.
So while he's in our company,
The best in life we have to give:
In work, in love, in family -
For Time when gone can't be retrieved!
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(Written August 3,2008 -Tarlac City Philippines)
Life is all about timing, the unreachable becomes reachable, the unavailable becomes available and the unattainable becomes attainable. Just have patience and wait it all out till the proper timing. Calendors are for careless people and not for the passionate ones so every moment should be spent with full authority.....
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4/26/2024 4:24:20 AM # 1.0.0.1119
So while he's in our company, The best in life we have to give: In work, in love, in family - For Time when gone can't be retrieved! you present the 'Time as personified. love this poem. tony