What Is the Time
What is the time?
is it daytime or nighttime?
I am so very confused, all these days and nights are just unused.
Minutes turn into hours, I wish I could smell the flowers.
Hours turn into days, wish I could go outside and feel the sun 's rays.
Days turn into weeks, I must not shriek.
What is the time and where is the time going?
that sure would be worth knowing.
Date Written: 4/15/2020
Copyright © Paula Goldsmith | Year Posted 2020
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