The more I have lived, the more I realize how there is never enough time to do everything.
There will always be those setbacks upon the plans of the day, and when I get back to them, I’ve already lost it.
It seems that the harder I work, the faster the clock ticks;
until its gone out the window and I’m down here crying on the floor.
All of the chances I get are gone in a snap, its all I can do not to lose my grip when I reach for them.
Just when autumn’s leaves start to turn, the snow is suddenly falling from grey clouds.
And you might as well just say Halloween, Thanksgiving, and Christmas are all the same thing.
Life is a record, going around and around. We’re just changing the music.
So however long I live, I know that time will never stop.
And just like life, time is never going to slow up and wait for you either.
Marie Walters, 2018