It seems that time creates descions:
This hour is for work, and gotta get up.
This time is for my prayers, that's a must.
This time is for my medication, take them.
This hour or so is for my love making.
This hour is for my shopping groceries.
This hour is for my vitals, I gotta eat.
This time is for my sleep when day is done.
This time is for my family, gotta love them all.
This time is for my church each Sunday.
This time is set aside for recreation each day.
This time is for my prayers to God each night.
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seem to have leftovers..so have
to pray for another day to cycle
Lady Vivian
others about wasting time.
Your poem George celebrates the precious
commodity...the TIME...what's truly important
...what's the right thing to do in planning
the day...soooo...there is not a waste of it.
Thank God for your remainder!
Have a nice weekend. Isabella.
Ron
It sounds like your time is never wasted. You take nothing for granted. An excellent write, George. A time for everything as the Bible says.
Love and blessings,
+Linda
budd
Love ya!
Jane