Time
There never seems to be enough,
When having fun, and doing “stuff.”
If only we had reserved some
Instead we find that we now have none.
My how it does seem to fly,
Often to the point of questioning why.
Especially at those times it’s discovered
That, from wasting it, we never recovered.
Copyright © Drjim Martin | Year Posted 2012
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