Time, time, time, why when I need you to go slow, you go fast?  Why when I need you to go fast you go slow? Time, time, time, you are so precious.  You don’t discriminate.  Time, time, time, everything will pass and you will continue to be time. 

You keep on going and you always are.  You don’t take breaks.  You simply don’t stop.  I ought to respect you.  I must  work well with you. 

Be kind time, time be kind.  The day has twenty four hours every single day.  Yet why do some days feel shorter and why others feel longer.  She/He who masters time, masters’ life.

God bless you, with love,


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