Time
We often question the rapidity of TIME,
especially when our lives don't seem to shine.
We sometime whine as if the hour glass was
committing a crime. But before we grow old,
when TIME has taken its toll, we must cease
to protest and confess that if truth be told,
our blessings are far too numerous to count.
At some point, life always gives us a bounce.
Moreover, as the sands of TIME continue to fall,
and the seasons of life ebb and flow, may our giving
far exceed our receiving. Therein lies one of life's greatest
secrets. And often it takes TIME for secrets to be revealed.
Copyright © Curtis Johnson | Year Posted 2024
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