Ode To Time…

Time, Time, no longer my friend,

But so much more precious than gold.

By far always much easier to spend…

But so much harder, to ever hold…

Time on its ever marching course,

Moving hours with the world to spin.

But when alas it is so quickly gone,

It can never be, called back again…

Time is our one true master,

A friend in days of our youth.

But with age it turns against us

Then time becomes, a deadly truth…

Time, I have badly squandered,

Like the lingering lines of this rhyme.

But I cannot now finish this reflection,

For it seems I’ve, run out of time…

Dennis W. Carroll 2017

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