| Story ID: | 737 |
| Written by: | Kathleen Blanchfield (bio, contact, other stories) |
| Story type: | Poem |
| Location: | Kilkenny Ireland |
| Year: | 2006 |
| Person: | Husband |
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| Story ID: | 737 |
| Written by: | Kathleen Blanchfield (bio, contact, other stories) |
| Story type: | Poem |
| Location: | Kilkenny Ireland |
| Year: | 2006 |
| Person: | Husband |
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No Time No time to stop in this world, No time to stare awhile, At the beauty of a budding rose, Or the warmth of a smile. No time to watch the summer skies, Or rainbow`s pretty hue, No time to stop and listen To the pigeon`s husky coo. No time to linger silently And view the stars at night, No time to stroll on moonlit strands, And watch the oceans`s might. No time to gaze at meadows Swaying in the summer breeze, No time to quietly listen, To the gently rustling trees. No time to linger wistfully At soil so neatly planted; No time for God`s own beauty, All`s taken now for granted. No time. no time. No time. |