Time flies away
And doesn't fly back
Time runs out
And doesn't bother to pack
Time waits for no one
It just goes out of sight
Time is precious
But time has no price
So spend your time wisely
'cause you don't really know
When you'll ask yourself
"Where did the time go?"
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A spot for me, a father of 3, to share the poems that I write. I let my kids see, and then post them for free each and every night. I try and make certain, before I draw their curtains, that each one has a lesson. Some are silly, some are spiritual, and some are me just messin'. Please share with others, like fathers and mothers, but do read the fine ink. I may write a book, so take a look and please let me know what you think. (All material in this blog is copyrighted by its author... me.)
What do you think?
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- WJH
- Ann Arbor, Michigan, United States
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