Time by Anneliese Garrison, RN
© written 3/88

Time is the hour glass up which life is measured
Time is the element that life of itself is unsure

Time is something life has very little of
Time leaves very little room for love...

Time is sometimes happy
Time is sometimes sad
Time is sometimes angry
time is sometimes glad...

What is this thing we call time?

There is a time for everything
But not everything has time
Time has us rushing to and fro
leaving little room
for rest, peace and love.

Must this be so?

Here on earth, we must struggle with time
we will find it everywhere except in eternity

For it is only here, time will cease to be...

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by Anneliese Garrison, RN
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