Why do some days fly by?
When others want to make you cry?
A day when there's company and much to do
The sun is shining and experiences anew,
Opposed to grey skies and time alone
No one knocks the door or gets on the phone.
Funny how life affects the ticking of the clock
Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock,
The hands on the clock keep the same beat
Nothing in time changes but the step in our feet,
It's minds and hands that make time fly
It's minds and hands that make us cry!
We are the magicians of our time and its rate
Make each day count before it's too late!
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Author:
sue.evans (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Sat idling yesterday and got to thinking about how time can drag. So a quick verse sprang to mind!
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Absolutely love 'We are the magicians of our time', sue. Just great, and a great poem too!
Thank you 😊
Live each day like it's your last. Well said.
I agree although retirement has shown me that some days can be a drag- think it's because I like to feel I've accomplished something each day!!!
That could be true. I'm too young to understand what that's like entirely, but I do know the feeling of not being content with what you've done in a given day.
Ah yes - far too young😂
Time can be a pain sometimes but it is made up of moments and each moment is special, treasure them. Good write.
Thank you- Yes you have to look for the moments in each day- no matter how small they are!
Living each moment - this wise piece reminds us to make the days count - thanks for posting it Sue.
You are welcome - thanks for reading and commenting. 😊
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