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Precious Time by Ronald W. Hull Sunday, May 12, 2002 Not rated by the Author. Share Print Save Become a Fan Precious Time Where did the time go? Was I disorganized? Was I too slow? I don't know. It's just gone. Out of sight--Kaput! I said, " Right away." Into my mouth went my foot. So, here I struggle, With the river of time. Swimming upstream, To wrack my mind. Time is so precious, The clock does not stop. I must be careful, Or my time will be up. And so I ponder, Wasting my time, How will I will finish, This new rhyme? Sorry. Time's up! Copyright 2002 � Ronald W. Hull 5/6/02
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Reviewed by Lori Moore	5/26/2002

Wasting time worrying about time... then redeeming the time through poetry. Great job!




Reviewed by Janet Caldwell	5/14/2002

No kidding, time waits for no-one. ;) This is something we all could lend an ear to. Janet xoxoxo




Reviewed by Cathy Montgomery (Reader)	5/13/2002

Time does end abruptly--just like that! Like your expression here...




Reviewed by Sandie Angel	5/12/2002

I also agree with May Lu on that line. The rest is wonderful!!!!! Sandie Angel :o)




Reviewed by Sandie Angel	5/12/2002

The only line that went out of place was: "Or my time will be up." - this was awkwardly fitted into the stanza. May Lu $_$