Time
The hours leave on feathered wings
The minutes go with them too.
The days, the weeks, the months, the years
They all just seem too few.
Sitting in the summer heat and sun
The winter seems so far away
But if you blink more than once
You're waking up on Christmas day.
"Time flies when you're having fun"
Is a popular thing to say
But time just seems to disappear
No matter your mood that day.
So be grateful for the time you have
You don't know how long its yours
For time escapes through everything
It doesn't live by human laws.
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