A bit of a frustration,
The wringing of the hands,
Sweat suddenly appears,
I don’t have time for this.
“I don’t have time,” you often say,
As minutes and hours slip away.
But time’s a gift, both vast and small,
A treasure shared, if seized at all.
So pause a moment, breathe, reflect,
The rush won’t always bring respect.
For life’s not measured by the grind,
But by the moments we unwind.
My view this morning?
True, you may not have the time.
But don’t let that stop you.
Do it right, and time can be found.
For the day will come
Time will be no more
We will all start wishing,
We spent time better before it’s lost.
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