“I wish I had more of it “
People say,
Time is a  precious thing,
You can’t hold it in your hand,
Feel it grow or shrink,
But it shapes it’s way around you,
Touching everything,
You only have it when you have nothing for it,
And you long for more of it if ever you have a reason,
Your time with love,
Your time with life,
You spend your time and walk on by,
Eventually your time will end,
And  you will only have been,
But until then you’ll lay in bed,
And wish silently in you’re head,
“ I wish I had more of it ”