Don'T Wait
Don't Wait
by Rick Rucker
Time is not a commodity to hold in your Hand,
It runs through our Fingers, like fine grains of Sand.
When we are young, we think it without end,
Now, near The Box, I treasure it, My Friend!
As a kid, I would waste it, all over Town,
Now I don't spend as much Time lying down!
Only a couple hours, sleeping in bed,
After all, it's really only practice for being Dead!
Copyright © Rick Rucker | Year Posted 2011
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