Kelly Curiel (July 22,1993 / Thousand Oaks)

How does time just pass me by?
Sometimes it seems with wings it flies
beyond my grasp a precious dove
Barely in sight and still rising above
I scurry and scramble to seize the time
Alas with wary wings it shall never be mine
So I try to finish my work
my monotonous duties I mustn’t shirk
for if I waste moments to sulk of whine
How in the world would I make up the time?
Time is too precious to waste even one minute
without putting your heart fully in it.