Time

Some say time is the great healer
If you treat it like a friend
Some make time their enemy
Some on it depend
Some try and measure it
Others just try and hurry it past
Until the day is over
Until they get home at last
Some have no time left
Others have too much
Some have their time on Earth cut short
Go to that place above
Or below
Some people say tempus fugit
Please tell time not to fly from me
But spread it's wings and take me into tomorrow
Whatever I may see

A rather optimistic piece of philosophising for me...
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