My Words in Time


Time is what you make of it.

Short when your busy,

long when your patient.

Time can be read on a clock.

It can not be stopped,

nor fast forwarded.

Time is what it takes

to type this on my Mac.

Words set for life.

Who will read these words

when I am gone?

Only Time will tell.

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