Tomorrow's another day. How long has it been since we've talked last? It's been so busy, I've been busy. Sitting here now, I realize how much time really means.
In one minute I'm with you and the next I'm Sitting at home checking my e-mails.
Why does time have to be so fast or so sloooow? And why do people always take time from me? Really they don't, but it sure feels like they do.
NinaAbby: written because I seem to never have time. & I'm sorry for not being on here much anymore...but stuff needs to be done, right? copyright; 2010 McNally, Inc.- From When Times Get Tough....Write Poetry