Time
Where does it go?
Can anyone tell me
Does anyone know?
We only hold so much
When will it run out?
I don’t have enough
Of that I have no doubt
The gentle breeze blows
Trying to reassure
But there’s something not right
Of that I am quite sure
I don’t have enough time
I know I never will
Time is such a burden
Until the day at last we’re still
© 2023 Michelle Cook
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Beautiful 🖤
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Thank you… ❤️
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You nailed it Michelle, time is always slipping away. Beautifully penned. ❤
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Thank you, Debby ❤️
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Hugs ❤
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To you as well 🤗
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Thank you 🙂 x
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A beautiful write, Michelle.
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Thank you, Jeff. ❤️ Are you still taking time off from WordPress, or are you back now? I think everyone misses your writing, including me. 🙂
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The never ending time story so well penned Michele❣️
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Thank you, Cindy ☺️
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you’re welcome Michelle💕
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That got me thinking. I suppose we have to make the most of every moment.
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Indeed ❤️
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Beautifully written Michelle
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Thank you, Sadje ☺️
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You’re welcome.
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