Time

As precious as the golden sands
That fleeting winds blow freely,
Once in flight, he never lands
And with no leave, departs quickly.

He does not stop for any master,
Nor does he wait for any king.
For those who love, he will not falter,
For the dying, he is everything.

He mocks those who are wealthy,
His price has value more than gold.
Forever fleeing is his duty,
A fugitive we cannot hold.

So while he's in our company,
The best in life we have to give:
In work, in love, in family -
For Time when gone can't be retrieved!



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(Written August 3,2008

Cynthia BuhainBaello