Blessed
Under the Mackinac Bridge in Upper Michigan, Lake Superior and Lake Huron meet. It was spectacular! The expanse of time. Where does time go? It's just gone in our memories. One day passes to the next and sometimes we have a lot to show for it and at times we have nothing to show for it. I found a poem that reflect this sentiment. A Poem About Time © Anxhelo Llangozi Published: October 2016 Time is slow, time is fast. It never stops, but it always lasts. It's time for bed, it's time for school. To waste your time is to be a fool. If the time is right, the timing will be perfect. Having the time of your life will always be worth it. Some spend their time mad, Some spend their time sad. For some people time is all they ever had. Some spend their time and some people save it. Some love wasting time and some people hate it. People waste time being in jail People waste time being mad when they fail. Some people have lots of time to spare. Others