Time

We enter this world with an allotment of time in our account, We have no guarantee of the duration of this precious commodity. Though it is priceless, it can be neither bought nor sold. We can measure time, waste time or use our time. But time cannot be stored; so before we leave this life. All of the time in our account will have been spent. As years go by our time becomes more valuable. So daydream a little and spend your time well.

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Poet Destroyer A

Date: 10/4/2013 8:51:00 PM

I will spend my time well Donald... a fine little write... xox~ Linda

Dan Kearley

Date: 9/24/2012 10:47:00 AM

Very nicely put....I hope doing this is time well spent? I think we all feel it is.. :o)

Cecilia Macfarlane

Date: 9/5/2012 8:37:00 PM

I spend too much time over thinking....this an excellent write! Thanks for your warm comment on my poem. Hugs

Anne-Lise Andresen

Date: 9/3/2012 3:53:00 AM

So true. - We are "wiser" over the years. - We must have our dreams - A well written poem. - Oxox / / Anne-Lise :)

Cynthia Alvez

Date: 9/3/2012 12:05:00 AM

Ah yes! The older we get the faster time seems to go...good advice in your verse...Years ago, Perry Como sang a song called "Time Waits For Noone!" Enjoyed this thoughtful penning. Cynthia