Time is not ours

Time is not ours
If it were
would we let it pour out
so wastefully
24 hours each day.
No, we would hoard it
We’d scrimp and save
be mean with it
And some would be rich
And some would be poor
But we all have the same hours each day
Use it
or lose it
Time
the great leveller
A gift we can use
as much as we like
But cannot hold.

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About Rosalie Squires

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