Time Is a Gift

Running out, passing by, Time stays constant, yet it seems to drag or fly. Every moment it slips away, Until soon, there’s no time left in the day. Much too often it’s taken for granted, When seeds of memories should have been planted. Many times we truly forget The gift of time, and how little we get. One day it will be gone, you’ll have regrets, it’s true! Mark your mark in this world while you still get to. You’ve been given your lot, You don’t get another shot!