Time is of the Essence

February 7, 2011
By Liana Litvak SILVER, Manhasset, New York
Liana Litvak SILVER, Manhasset, New York
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Time is of the essence!
She said to them one day,
but they didn’t bother listen,
she was standing in their way.
They had far too much to think about.
Always awaiting the next day,
that they never stopped to listen
to the patter of the raindrop,
or the chirp of the blue jay.

Time is of the essence!
She said to them one day,
but they didn’t bother listen,
it was a busy day.
Their minds were clogged with worry.
Ever heavy were their hearts,
that they never stopped to listen
to what their grandma did impart.

Time is of the essence,
was what he thought about one day,
as he gazed at the pretty flowers
surrounding her young grave.
Never did I stop to listen
to what she had to say,
and now I see that life is short,
and the years; difficult to repay.


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