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Time
It comes and goes and always seems to last,
Once the future but now the past.
Once a child with such a happy smile on your face,
Now an adult living life at such a brisk fully fast pace.
Time something no one can tell
Something no one can manage
One day it is there
And the next day it is now
Time is a fool’s game everyone plays for their amusement
Time we all think we can use it
We think we have as much as we’ll ever need
Until we have no more.
Where does it all go?
All this time we once thought we had?
Does it go to the homeless or teaching kids to read?
Does it go towards helping those less fortunate than us with whatever they may need?
No! It does not go towards such things, no that would be to kind
Instead it goes toward sexuality, extacy and wine
Time is the never-ending story that never will be told
Come out of the darkness and try not to be so bold
But instead of lying in bed feeling sorry for yourself at night
Think of those less fortunate and how to make it right.
