Time is such a mystery;
A single minute that drags on for hours;
An hour that disappears in the blink of an eye.
Never having enough time; or,
Having too much time at hand.
Making the most of the time available; or,
Wasting time in not knowing what else to do with it.
Time that heals all wounds; or,
Time that allows wounds to fester.
Hoping that time is on one’s side,
Yet never knowing how much time one has left.

Published by JJJ Interactive Books

Books and poetry.

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