No time to sing,
No time to play,
No time for kindness,
Romance, no way!
No time to smile,
No time to laugh,
No time to dream…
What life is that?
Everyone here now,
Is alive and breathing…
But will you be among the few,
Who make time for LIVING?
You can stop,
To savor a sunset,
Smell a rose,
Or touch a heart…
Or would you rather,
Spend your days grave digging?
-Gilda Patricia
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