Time-There's Never Enough

Time,

There's far too little.

When you have lots to do,

Then plan for fun after,

The fun never starts.

Time,

There is sometimes far too much.

Waiting for something,

It seems like it will never arrive.

A film, a holiday, a birthday,

They all seem so far away.

Time,

It's hard to live with.

We all know it's at a constant pace,

But it never feels that way.

Time,

Fast and slow.

Always coming and going,

But we learn to love it while we can.

The End

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