Time

Time is a thief

I recall hearing her say

With neither a sigh of relief

Or hint of dismay

From the first sign of life

We are breathing our last

She said, I’m not being trite

It just goes by that fast

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Love is a sport, an impossible game

Some spend a whole lifetime learning to play

Together, they have a very strange way

of twisting you up, trying to drive you insane

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But there is rest in the mundane

Release in routine

Until life presents the next thing

that needs our energy

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Find peace in a good book

or a friends listening ear

Don’t let your emotions go misunderstood

wasted, trapped in a bundle of fear

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Time is a thief

I recall hearing her say

With neither a sigh of relief

Or hint of dismay

*

It’s a matter of fact, just a part of this life

don’t dwell on it dear, it’ll all be alright

It’s just part of the process, in our journey to find

all of the things we can fit into a life,

(from birth till we run out of time)