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Poem - Your Time

Updated: Feb 12, 2023



The clock is ticking fast away

in hot pursuit of judgment day,

look around and you will know

it soon will be your time to go;

"so stop and smell the roses."


You always had a real good time

while spending each and every dime,

don't curl up with memories now

of pain that's etched deep in your brow;

"go out and smell the roses."


I'll wait for you on distant shore

with all the friends you've known before,

a brave good-by to those who stay

you'll greet them all again someday;

it's your time now; "smell the roses."


~ Betty J. Henderson Hopkins.


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