TIME
 

When the sun sets,
and another day ends,
then I realize so strongly,
the value of time...

Each day brings more time,
each night takes it away,
it passes so quickly,
it just melts away..

Time belongs to no one,
it is ours to use,
we spend it as we may,
but it never comes back again.

The treasure of love,
the measure of time,
what have we learned,
and how would we ever know...

To live forever,
to never have the concern,
of melting or wasting time,
is that what we are trying to do..

Day by day,
time seems to always be there,
but in every way,
there's a little less remaining..

When is the day to think,
NOW is the time,
to take hold of those days...
but what to do then...

Besides living our lives,
is there more to do,
seems a silly thought,
time is a silly thing....
 

©Written by: Ed Kassirer
December 3, 1998

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