Our time is precious, no matter how rich you are time is one of the only things that money cannot buy;
Time is the only thing separating us from a life on the ground, to a life up high in the sky.
Seconds turn into minutes, minutes into hours, then tomorrow today will just become yesterday;
Time is here one second then replaced the next, as we spend our entire lifetime just watching our time drift away.
Some people wish time would just stand still, some wish they could turn back the clock;
Some people never chase their destiny, they just sit there waiting for the door to their dreams to unlock.
Time can get you through grief, time can even heal a broken heart;
Time can bring you hope, but in the same breath time can tear you’re dreams apart.
The hands on the clock tick past, since the day you were born the countdown in life had begun;
Even the darkness cannot fight time, each day it has to surrender to the sun.
After time people are now reading my verses all of the world, Japan to America, Australia to Africa and from Spain to France;
Its crazy how after some time these words can reach out so far, when some of my so called family & friends haven’t even given these letters a second glance.
We all try to for fill our destiny, before towards the heavens we climb;
You’re dreams don’t have to cost you anything, except maybe a little time.
BARRY MOWLES ©2011