Time in a Bottle

When I was a child, time did not matter.

"Time with God mattered most," my Dad would say

But to me it was all just some chatter

Until I learned to number every day

 

Time flies by so fast when you're busy

Plus choosing colleges can make you feel old

Making time for everything can be so fuzzy

So I chose to let go being young and bold.

 

Soon as I toss the cap, I'll go and nap

Then when I'm in college I'll try to develop insomnia 

When I'm thirty, I'll travel with just one map

Then be a Pharmacist in Columbia.

 

Time is moments spent with God, friends, and family

Spend every moment making quality.

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
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