A lesson finds the common denominator and link us all together like a chain. At the end of that chain dangles a clock, and on the face of the clock the passing of time is registered. We hear it, the hushed tick-tock sound that breaks any silence, and we see it, but oftenwe don't feel it. Each second mkes its mark on every single person's life; comes and then goes, quietly disappearing without fanfare, evaporating into air like steam from a piping hot pudding. Enough time leaves us warm; when our time is gone, it too leaves us cold.
Time is so precious. It is time that we do not have enough of;it was time that causes the war within our hearts, and so we must spend it wisely.
Time cant be given.But it can be shared.













