SAW FOR TODAY ON TIME

Time speaks to us of its slipery self, but in silent whispers and when it cries out and whimpers

as we waste away, it speaks again with sinking sounds enough for us to hear.

Mide Benedict

We may look at time as an old man walking on a lone road in a young skin, but let's know time gets younger, but we get older. One day, one will end up with a worn skin.

Mide Benedict

Time, they say heals all ills, but what if time falls ill who will heal time of its ills.

How we treat time counts. One day tomorrow may never become today; at that moment, Time, our time, will be ill so will heal no ill.

Mide Benedict

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