Time

Time

A Poem by Sadie Maisonet

Time.
Something we all have.
Something we don't.
The seconds go by, followed by the minutes, hours, days, weeks , and years.
It goes by faster then anything I have ever seen.
You wish it to slow down, yet it speeds up.
Why?
Because it wants to move on when you want it to stop.
Time stops for no man or women, it never will.
Time can be wasted or used well.
That is what makes the memories, the moments you spend not wasting time.
Yet seems to be, time is even wasted there as well.
why? 
Because time is only wasted in the eyes of the person wasting it.
To everyone else it is being used well, but at the same time it's not.
With each passing moment we are one step closer to death,
Something we can never make wait. 
No matter how much we wish we could.
Time, something we all have,
Something we don't.

© 2013 Sadie Maisonet


Author's Note

Sadie Maisonet
Something we all have, something we don't.

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Because time is only wasted in the eyes of the person wasting it.

To everyone else it is being used well, but at the same time it's not.

With each passing moment we are one step closer to death,

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Thoughts to think about and flows to follow.

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

And its time for me and us to leave you good reviews. Good work...Bravo

Posted 10 Years Ago


Sadie Maisonet

10 Years Ago

Thank you honey. That means a lot.
Sami Khalil

10 Years Ago

My pleasure...Any time...:)...........
Sami Khalil

10 Years Ago

:)..................

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Sadie Maisonet
Sadie Maisonet

fort lee, NJ



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