Time
I feel like crying, sometimes.
Then I think of the fun times
And smile instead.
I feel depressed, sometimes.
Then I think of the good times
And smile instead.
I feel angry, sometimes.
Then I think of the happy times
And smile instead.
No worries, no cares,
Just time, time, time.
I think of time how long.
So little to do and so much time.
I think of the fun times, sometimes.
And cry instead.
I think of the good times, sometimes.
And feel depressed instead.
I think of the happy times, sometimes.
And feel angry instead.
Responsibilities, appointments,
Always busy.
I think of time, how short.
So much to do and such little time,
Where does it go?
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