What can you do with this commodity called time?
An essence so valuable I wish that it was mine.
Its healing powers can soothe a broken heart
But where will it end, and where did it start?
It is a witness to such opposite extremes
Precious moments, but also painful screams.
It binds hearts, and often witnesses many wrongs
If we knew how much we had would it make us strong?
Would we use it wisely, or still waste and abuse it
Would we take time to reflect for a moment and quietly sit?
I wonder if we would do anything differently
Or travel through life on our chosen path blindly?
So use it wisely and have no regrets, yesterday's gone
But tomorrow is a new beginning a brand new dawn.
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