Time
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Time is not ours.
To collect it and save.
For those unexpected,
Rainy days.
No time to anyone,
Comes to be given...
To schedule that opportunity,
For selecting a better date...
That fits to meet,
Our list of priorities.
When time given to us arrives,
Not a moment of it awaits...
For our decisions to make.
Every second, minute...
And hour of our time,
To procrastinate or waste it.
Is a choice we choose.
Leaving many to hesitate.
But there is no one.
Not a one.
Who should be heard,
Complaining.
About not enough of time,
They have with a sitting...
To do nothing more,
Than to find themselves bored.
Everyday,
To say the same thing.
From the same place they sit.
As if time...
They had,
Will later come back.
To pay a visit.
With suggestions to make.
And highlighted are the ones,
Time recommends!
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