TIME
The hands of time never stop,
I could sit worry and fret.
I could cry and moan over past.
Dreams left so far behind.
I choose to look forward,
To have hope and joy.
I can't change the past.
I can't stop times road.
Hours, minutes and days pass,
I continue to pray and live.
Time doesn't wait for anyone.
That moment of memory to hold.
I may walk slower, feel pain,
but life moves on in times game.
I live for today, each special in it's way.
Because the hands of time never stop.
DOC DYR
THE HANDS OF TIME NEVER STOP
HOSTESS BADMAC
By doc_dyr
© 2008 doc_dyr
(All rights reserved)
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