{Note: My mother bought me my first typewriter for my birthday and sitting at her kitchen table, I typed this poem - which was actually my first}
Time, it's endless
Forever in motion
moving the earth
and the tides of the ocean.
Filling the sky
with sun's bright light
and the glimmer of stars
when it brings in the night.
Rich men would buy it
and store it as gold,
but it cannot be bought
for it cannot be sold.
By seconds and hours
it surely moves on,
leaving no trace
of where it has gone.
Always too busy
we go on and on
rushing for time,
until time is gone.
Written by Sue Christopher (Crouse)
Time, it's endless
Forever in motion
moving the earth
and the tides of the ocean.
Filling the sky
with sun's bright light
and the glimmer of stars
when it brings in the night.
Rich men would buy it
and store it as gold,
but it cannot be bought
for it cannot be sold.
By seconds and hours
it surely moves on,
leaving no trace
of where it has gone.
Always too busy
we go on and on
rushing for time,
until time is gone.
Written by Sue Christopher (Crouse)
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