TIME COUNTS
What is Time ? Some people consider it a great big void.
When you are retired its overabundance can make you paranoid.
Most of your life you deemed each minute a precious gift.
Comes old age you linger: any excitement goes to the swift.
The hours drag while your days on Earth slowly diminish,
Much of your thinking concentrates on when you will finish.
Where once of this commodity there was never enough:
Now, each second of your existence is a diamond in the rough.
We are told to spend time wisely, not to be in too much haste,
It should be considered of much worth, surely not go to waste.
As months pass you will dwell on the past, that is known fact,
Because there are many things you did wrong. Too late to retract.
Inevitably there comes a time when time starts to run out-
We have to accept our fate, that’s what life is all about.
We should look on the good side, if we are here, we are blessed:
No matter what others may think, we know that we did our best!
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