One day I was given the time of my life
It was not just any time,
but my time
It was a time being
I took my time
and had time on my hands
It was never down
but always up
One day it ran out
I found that it waits for no man
It flew,
but also crawled,
dragging on,
It went on and by,
moving on,
then stood still
It is so short
Now time is my worst enemy
but killing it is no answer
I guess it's time to go
served in prisons
and any line at a fast food place
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Author:
sorenbarrett (
Offline) - Published: October 12th, 2023 04:47
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Wonderful tic-tock ❤️
Thanks Teddy for the review and fun comment
It's time I said it's a good write SB!
Thaks Orchi just having a bit of fun
Time can be so unnerving in our life sometimes but my time on this world has been wonderful, may yours be the same Soren.
Andy
Thanks Gold, the read and wishes are appreciated. Time to me seems an illusion and I might as well have fun with it while it lasts.
Yes Soren, enjoy every moment.
Andy
Time for sale?
not thanks
I'm good living out
the original sentence
I was fated with
ya'll stay and enjoy
the show
I wait for my spaceship
escape, no regrets
I wasn't made for this
denomination of a life
too old a soul..
too weary a heart..
and see too much
despite my short-sighted
handicap..
lol
Thanks L.B. I'm with you on that issue. I'll take the had I was dealt. Thanks for the read just thought I'd have a little fun.
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