Time

Oh, how I long for time to pause

And let me feel I’m not wasting it all

On nothing but chores and worries about being late.

How is it that time is never satisfied

With the effort I give to any one small task?

How does time take so much from us all

When we so rarely spend it on something that lasts?

Oh, what I would give for time to pause

And give back to me what I’ve wasted away

When I’m not with you… and yet I work, I wait,

And nothing– but everything– changes while I stay.

— Written by Sandy Heights

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