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a poem about the mad rush life has become and how we need to stop and smell the roses! |
THE TIDE OF TIME The clock ticks away We all keep trying to match its pace; Like a tide in which we sway It’s the reason behind this rat race. Too much to do Too little time to spare; Too many people to woo Too little time to care. It’s a mad rush all around us Everyone trying to be the best; I don’t know why all this fuss What is it that we want to test? Hours merge into days and weeks All around us life moves on; We’re too busy for the meadows or the creeks Too soon it will be all gone! |