Time is not ours

Times rolls past relentlessly
We can make good use of it
We can waste it
Enjoy or endure it
It is given us for the moment
We can’t recall it
Nor store it
We can’t hold it
It comes
And it is gone
All we can do is kiss it as it passes
Accept the blessings it bestows
We can not possess it.

Once we realise this, will we befriend it?
Or treat it as an enemy?

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About Rosalie Squires

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