time

A lesson finds the common denominator and links us all together, like a chain. At the end of that chain dangle a clock, and on the face of the clock the passing of time is register. We hear it, the hushed tick-tock sound that breaks any silence, and we see it, but often we don't feel it. Each second makes its mark on every single person's life; comes and then goes, quietly disappearing without fanfare, evaporating into air like steam from a piping got christmas pudding. Enough time leave us warm; when our time is gone, it too leaves us cold. Time is more precious than gold, more precious that diamonds, more precious than oil or any valuable treasures. It it time that we do not have enough of; it is time that causes the was within our hearts, and so we must spend it wisely. Time cannot be packaged and ribboned and left under trees for christmas morning.

time can't be given. But it can be shared