Time
To each of us time is the teller of all things
Our life begins with a slap to our bottoms
Then ends with a breath as we lay dying
What do we do in between with this gift of love
Defines who we are and what we’ve become
Time is endless in space, but not for us specks of sand
Our time is given by Grace from our Creator above
But how do we repay those gifts of this unconditional love
Time marches on yet and not for any one of us will it wait
What we do with our time is the tale of our Judgement’s fate
Weather we be good or be evil we each on our own decide
Do we spend our time wisely, or like some fool living a lie
In our life we have freedom to choose if to die once, or to die…
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