Word craft by catherine elder

Wednesday, June 28, 2017

Time

Time flies
it drags
it stops
it dies

we waste it
spend it
lose it
lend it

Or do we?
There is no time
like the present
a gift
if we live it.

(c)2017 Catherine Elder


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