The Hands of Time

The Hands of Time

We all begin at the same place,

Some are small and others tall,

And yet with these differences we celebrate.

We grow, we learn and build our lives,

Some find happiness and others pain,

And yet with these attributes, our lives reverberate.

We enter a world where we can travel and meet,

Some find opportunities and others remain.

And yet with these mixes we manage to accommodate.

We speak in many tongues and dialects

Some use signs, expressions and others words

And yet with all these barriers we adapt to communicate.

We get time unearned and indefinite,

Some use every minute and others waste.

And yet with time still counting we learn to hate.

We all have many differences and qualities,

Some are black and others white

And yet with all the diversity we need to learn, to appreciate.

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