The Hands of Time
The hands of time seems to always keep us near.
As we wander through life’s portals full of its mystery’s and fears.
Like an old mother hen who keeps her young drawn in.
Time can be such a blessing or be your worst friend.
Our human nature never leaves us to be just satisfied.
Always pushing the envelope trying new things that we have not tried.
Always wanting something that is just out of reach.
Never learning our lesson or receiving the message that life has to teach.
If we all followed a set path life would be such a bore.
That is why we are never happy but always wanting more.
Trying to achieve the impossible dream.
That’s what makes life interesting, everyone is an individual not just part of a
team.
Reason or rhyme, or rhyme or reason,
We all have our highlights we all have our season.
As destiny leads us to ponder our fate,
We are tempted and teased to enter into dire straits.
A good book I once read, said narrow the way and small is the gate.
That leads us to righteousness if this be our fate.
So make no mistakes we all have a say.
It’s just how you live determines the price you will pay.
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