We look at time begrudgingly
saying there is never enough of it
to do all the things we want to do.
When we were young, it seemed
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I cannot make up my mind, is time our enemy or friend certainly if we live long enough then just like sponges we will soak up such experiences that the afterlife will be one long warm bath of fragrant unforgetable memories. Tongue in cheek of course. regards Ann
David, I like your thoughts in this poem, time limits us we rush to beat the clock. No time to be still, no time to refect on how things are. Does time help to make us happy? I think not. An enjoyable read. thank you. regards Bob