Time
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Ah, life, you gotta love it.
My how time drags when we ain't havin' fun,
And yet seems to fly like a child on the run,
Whene're we're at play or just lolling about,
Seems like no time at all and our time has run out.
When we're at work or we're laid up in bed,
When we're sick and we're tired and our life's filled with dread,
Time seems to drag, each day lasts a year,
As we lay there and moan with our eyes filled with tears.
Would that it would slow, let the fun last awhile,
And speed up 'stead of drag when we can't find our smile.
Seems when we have time and the day's bright and sunny,
Our coffers are bare and we ain't got no money;
And when we've got money and we're feelin' fine,
We have too much work and we ain't got no time.
Copyright © Judy Ball | Year Posted 2021
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