No time for this,
No time for that.
Too busy with life,
To notice what is still.
Rushing here, dashing there,
If I don't slow down,
I'll be over the hill.
I must stop!
Take stock of my life.
It's far to important,
To pass me by.
Today will be different,
I'm convinced of that.
As I'm watching the birds,
In the tree over there.
They twitter and fly above and beyond,
Makes my life seem to stop.
Now I take time to look and stare. By Mary Marsh
Keighley Street
Bolton
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