A WORLD OF TIME
From the hands of time too the international date line,
We take our time from Greenwich, the hourglass is our sand of time.
Wristwatches, stopwatches, twelve months in a year,
Fifty two weeks, three hundred and sixty five days.
Twenty four hours to our day, is it long enough to live and play,?
Minutes disappear, seasons tick away.
We work about eight hours with what we do,
Forty hours a week, we’re never through.
Maybe two days off, forty eight hours to rest,
Only so much time to love and visit with anyone.
Time to feed the kids, time to feed the dog,
Not enough time to stay young, awake and start the clock,
A world of time, always on the mind.
Keith Garrett
I enjoyed this. My husband is always saying that Time waits for no one.
Thanks so much for reading.
On Mon, Jul 1, 2019 at 5:48 PM keithgarrettpoetry wrote:
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Beautiful. This moment is all that we have
Thank you for reading.
Very nice article! I enjoyed a lot Reding it. Thanks for sharing.
Merry Christmas!