Poem: Time
Poem written by Frances in 1998 on the wise use of time.

Time
What is Time?
Time is life.
So don’t waste it, embrace it.
Give time thought instead of letting it go.
Put it in action to give you satisfaction.
It means use it wisely and it will repay you nicely.
Time is a gift and will give you a lift when you use
it and don’t lose it.
Losing time is like losing life.
Give time all your love and respect and that is a
beauty you will expect.
And when time comes near the end, you will have
nothing to mend.
Only happy feelings in your heart, about the time
which was your life.
And you will thank your God for blessing your
time on your journey through life.
Frances Buratovich
September 21, 1998
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