Time is a past lives teller
Time can your plans erase
Time’s a dirty word with four letters
Time can both heal and disgrace
Time is a gift and a blessing
Time can dismantle and curse
Time is the chance for a new beginning
Time could make it all worse
Time isn’t rich
Time isn’t poor
You can’t buy it back, you can’t give it away,
You’ve only got what you’ve got; there will be no more
Time as a child was forever
Now that I’m old, it’s running out
Time can be as present as the pulse in your ears
Or as distant as the echo when you shout
Time is wise
But it may be too late
You are worth my time
But please, don’t wait