It´s About Time Poem by patricia dashwood

Time does come, ne'er to and fro
But no one knows where time doth go

Too often lost, but when sought can be found
Some claim that time makes the world go round

Time is an illusion, too often wasted
Time can be made, alas, not created

Time is money but can not be lent
Can not be brought, but can be spent

Time can comfort, Time can heal,
Not enough time, Is time real?

Man has searched throughout history
Just where time goes, still a mystery

Belongs to us all, and can be shared
Time has a value under endeared

Time on our hands, time to kill
Time is a teacher, you the pupil

There is a right time for everything
No time left, goes by, do something

Time changes things, time can tell
Time has no feelings, has no smell

There’s no time like time the present
Have the time of your life, cconsent


It’s a matter of time, before you realize
Time waits for no one, oh, how time flies
2009