The beautiful thing about life is the time.
The time to be seen, the time throughout history
The time to sing, the time to breathe,
The one moment I heard the baby cry for the first time,
What time do you have?
Your grandparents have been married fifty years?
The future and the past while including the present?
No this poem doesn’t rhyme with time and metronome
I didn’t have the time.
I have the time to work, go to school, have a relationship romantically, and take care of commonly things,
Some people do all I do while having the time for a child, paying bills, or having them waived.
Time can also be money.
Time can also mean change in history.
Yet, time was supposedly a humanly made “thing”
Time was defined as a ring of the bell for lunchtime.
Each person is different because they decide how to create history and a living with time as individuals.
What do you want to do? Who will you be? Will you try your best? Will you get up again? With you quit? Will you win?
