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We cannot see, smell, hear or touch,
But we can feel, cherish and waste so much.
No amount of money will ever be able to buy this,
Not a diamond, not a prayer and not even a wish.
It will always be priceless and must be handled with care,
It is something to keep and yet something you must share.
Some say it has a magical power and that it can heal,
Others want more if it and will even resort to steal.
We are not all given the same amount, in fact some very small,
Which is precisely why we should try and remember it all.
It will seek to pass you by in the blink of an eye,
It will come and go without a chance for your goodbye.
But whilst everyone on here has such a mountain to climb,
We can all be grateful that we still have precious time.
Such an apt descriptive poem on time. Yes grateful that we do still have time if not a lot else.
Very well written.