Some say I am the enemy, a thief that steals the ones they love.
Some will say I am not a friend, but I can be if you use me wisely.
They say wait I need more time, but I cannot stand still and wait for you. I can however remind you that time is passing, always moving, always going on.
I can also remind you that I am a gift, given to you freely, but to seek and be used with good intent.
I am a treasure to some and a curse to others it depends on how you see me.
The hands of time is always moving, it waits for no one, it does not have favorites.
Time is just there to be used wisely.