TIME
TIME:- The Fourth Dimension. It was late still dark still night the time of fright shadows on the wall…. too soon to get up I thought to write I began ….. Time, so important, but of all the dimensions of which there are four, possibly five, and maybe more, the most important, as time is most fleeting, ever in motion, unstoppable, taken for granted, until, we realize that we have spent our allotment, and soon our time , like the grains of sand in an hour glass will be spent, and then we will cry out - where did my time go, was it well spent? And then, silence it seems our only reward for a life spent. `````` Time Time, is life’s most precious gift. Some would say otherwise, and offer up emotions, but time, and only time makes everything possible. Our time is not written, there’s no big book that tells when we come, and when we’ll go...
