Time
Precious for it is a gift.
How does one wrap it?
The only question.
Packaged to loosely
it soon unravels
Bounded to tightly
becomes limited and bruised
Properly tied
possibilities are endless
when unwrapped
life is explored
How quickly it passes?
by
spiritwithinposted on 06/22/2007
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