Is there ever enough?

I must ask you this once,

Does time make you tough?

The clock ticks down to the hour,

How long has it been since you had a good laugh?

Why must you cry? Why must you beg? Time is all we really have,

This is not a hiccup, this is not a cough;

Please dear one, listen to me now-

Through this hard time you must plough

Like a bank of snow caught in your driveway.


You can't turn back the hand of time,

Only your heart can move you forward,

The hand ticks slowly onward bound to its prime,

Isn't it time that you stopped being a coward?






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