Time Isn’t Everything
If I could trap time in a bottle,
I promise I'd use it for good,
I'd give my mom a few more years,
And give my daughters all I could.
I'd tie them up in beautiful ribbon,
I'd tie them up in silky bows,
I'd give a lot of them away as gifts,
Or sell them in traveling shows.
Perhaps they would call me Father Time,
As they came to see my face,
Maybe just to get a bottle from me,
Wrapped up in pretty lace.
But all the people I had seen,
Would inevitably fall away,
As I couldn't give time to everyone,
To live another day.
Then I'd sit alone with all my time,
With nothing left but me,
And realize that time isn't everything,
But the people within it, you see.