It's free, but can be wasted,
Very valuable, but used worthlessly.
It passes slowly, but goes by fast,
Freezes at the moment, but leaves the next.
What a wonderful thing, but taken for granted.
People miss it, but don't change it.
It allows great memories, but also bad dreams.
Time is my best friend, but my worst enemy.
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My name is Karsyn Harry, and I live in Southeastern Alabama. I am currently sixteen. I have a big, beautiful family consisting of both parents, sister, brother and the last addition, my partner-in-crime, Preston, my nephew. What inspired me to write "Time" was knowing that I will be leaving soon for college, leaving everything I have even known. Writing "Time" has gotten me to the realization to enjoy every bit I have, because at any minute you or the one you love will run out.