I'm too busy, you often say,
As time slips past, it fades away.
A simple excuse, to mask the truth,
That moments are lost, without their youth.
Busy with tasks, yet void of care,
For love and moments once shared fair.
But remember, in the rush and race,
Time is a gift, not just a chase.
As time slips past, it fades away.
A simple excuse, to mask the truth,
That moments are lost, without their youth.
Busy with tasks, yet void of care,
For love and moments once shared fair.
But remember, in the rush and race,
Time is a gift, not just a chase.