Time (A Riddle)
You can’t make more,
But you sure can waste it.
Sometimes you want it
So much you can taste it.
It is fleeting thing,
Or it as slow as molasses.
You can run after it,
But you can never catch it.
You can watch it,
But never really see it.
The hourglass’s sand
Will reveal it.
Before you know it,
It is up.
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Copyright © Anita Lovelace | Year Posted 2005
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