Make It Count - Poem by Rosemary Doyle
life changes so much.
at times we want it to speed up,
others we want it to slow down.
but time allways goes just the same,
one second after the other,
turning into minutes, turning into hours.
but in this time we learn, love, laugh, and change.
sometimes slowly, other times drastically.
then there are the times, we wish we could go back,
and do things over...
but if we did, we wouldnt be where we are now.
time is such a delicate thing,
so easily are time can come to an end
or a new begining.
we need to take that time and use to the best,
dont spend it miserable and upset
you only get ONE shot at it,
make it count.
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