Destination Home
He walked along the tree-lined lane,
his destination, home.
As he walked, the sights of spring,
gave greater urge to roam.
Each happy, fragrant day of spring,
the little boy would roam.
Always seeking what life would
I took time for granted
because I'd invented
a clever little machine.
Painstakingly painted
a pitiful patchwork
of purple, pink,
gold and green.
Twenty-two buttons,
thirty-three levers
plus eleven other knobs,
switches
I reflect on memories of the past
I realize there is no time
To absently waste our tomorrows
To look for what we can not find
Knowing our days pass too quickly
Clinging to dreams that are new
Keeping our hopes for tomorrow
Searching
Time
Time is such a funny thing
It's here and then it's gone
The things that seemed important then
were not for very long
The memories that I recall
when looking back in time
seem more like someone else's life
not something that was
No time...
to start over again
my hair's gray and growing thin.
My eyes once bright, now dim,
years too short, time's too slim.
No time...
to gather the harvest
growing in the field
my bodies worn out and days still.
No time...
to enjoy
Time
As I sit and survey my life,
I think of all the cliches about time.
It waits for no man, it rolls on, it must not be wasted.
I recall in years gone by, how I laughed at these trite sayings,
and dismissed them with
EPIC GLORY
There is no time
for the mind
to whisper in silence
crouched
in anticipation
for flight
and to do
what no man
has done before
in a moment of history
epic glory in a heart-beat
and with no time
for cyber space
or the
Time
Time is a voracious predator.
Its stealth is unmatched, for without a sound-
It will take from us any and all promise of tomorrow.
Its sharp talons, always poised and curled,
Easily pluck the unsuspecting of us
NO TIME TO LOVE NO TIME UNTIMED
Take your time with all things untimed.
Never fear that you will be too busy,
and never fear to be busy too.
I have no time to be me in no time.
Love folds itself through time to love you.
Love has all
by Brooke Wolfe
Uphold time spinning circles
Growing patterns in my head
Silky stars of innocence
Falling fast a moonless field
Consider time wasted waiting
Careless clocks add up mountain tops
Another dimension follows
You're either caught up
There is no time for time
Time is constant
However we run out of it, it seems
It never stops going
But we must rest
When fun is happening it flies
When bored it lingers
Yet it does neither one
Time is constant
Time to
tick tick tick
the hands of an old clock
tick tick tick
a few more seconds
added to the history books
tick tick tick
closer to another sunset
closer to another sunrise
tick tick tick
just a little farther
from the beginning
tick tick tick
are
I Don't Have Time To Be this Busy ...
(I'm Too Tired To Feel This Busy)
I don't have time to be this busy.
Working so hard makes me tired and dizzy.
There has to be a way to stop this frantic mess.
So I don't have to put up
by Obiora Embry
ONE last time...
ONE last time...
ONE last time to cry...
ONE last time to hold onto
something real...
ONE last time to hold you in my
arms...
ONE last time to show I care...
ONE last time for what we had...
ONE last time to
by Jacob Mauk
I drive to work, late again. Do I tell time, or does time tell me?
There is never enough when I'm busy, and time disappears when I'm free.
Once time was abundant, when I was but a child.
An hour outside, was a long time to be happy
Stale Dated
As I sit here in front of a computer station built for a king
I eat my stale store bought chocolate chip muffin
Reading the occasional slide that's suppose to inform me
Of all the research methods appropriate
by Adam Smith
No time
No longer do I have time for you, bears
No longer to you hold my thoughts, or my prayers
No longer
No longer, bears
No time for you
No Time
No time to think
No time to play
No time to read a book today
No time to eat
No time to drink
I have to do some other things
Work so hard and give my all
To get ahead God sees it all
Take time for kids and family
Take time for
Where has the time gone
The world has quickened its pace
Where does the hour hand point
A clock without a face
Who has turned the hourglass upside down
The numbers are becoming hazy
Pleasant is the distant sound
When the busy world
As the days go by I find it harder and harder to move on.
I find that I'm running out of time!
I find it harder to realize what my life has become!
The world is spinning and I'm almost out of time.
Its seems I'm running myself scared
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