Riddle Me This
Relentless and unstoppable,
we can’t grab hold of it.
We’re always wasting it;
we can’t ever get it back.
Some have no regard for it;
others are ruled by it.
When we finally get where we're going,
we’ll have an infinite supply of it.
Copyright © Jeff Kyser | Year Posted 2023
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