Time
11:11Am 26 July 2018
Time is a most precious thing
Some let it fly and others they cling
Some want to save it some want to spend it
Some want to sell it and some want to lend it
We each have time after we are born
Some alot some very little and some from it are torn
One thing we all have in common concerning time
It is that we all waste it in kind
We all miss it once it is gone
We all wish we could make it last long
We all take it for granted
We all fail to replant it
In this reality of digital distraction
We miss time and fail to take action
No one is guaranteed the next second of time
So make good use of it before it is gone like the end of this rhyme
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