Time, a poem.

 
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The wrong way to view time;

Time is running out,
Like a stack of cards,
My plans are falling awry,
When will I ever be anything?

The right way to view time;
Every moment is a blessing,
Every second gone,
Is one step closer to eternity.
Have I made the right choice?

©Olamide Oti, 2019

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