Children and Time

What do we have but time?
Time?
No one has time.
Everyone's worried about the rush.
The rush to school,
The rush to work,
The rush to grow up.
To grow up means to lose that child,
The one within us.
That child that can laugh at the immature things
The things that make us happy.
That make us human.
Where is your child dear one?
Did he die when you took that promotion.
He faded away with the wind when you stopped believing in dreams.
He disappeared with your time.
For what is time without laughter?
What is time with out hope?

So to every child I speak to,
the one's in you.
Let that child play
And there will be more time in a day.

Time.
What of time?
That's what I'm asking you.
To this I have observed.
Time will run out someday.
Let your child sing
Time will run out on you someway.
Time to grow up
Grow up?
After growing up is growing old.
Then we are out of time