Time flies by when angry folks hold on to a grudge.
They don’t notice the tick -tock of the clock,
Whose hands moves seconds to minutes to hours,
As a day winds down and springs into the next.
Seven days turns into a week.
Weeks become months and soon years past.
How that terrible weakness of motivation to rebuild settles in,
Where pride mingles with unforgiveness.
Embarrassment colours in fear,
Relationships are torn apart
And the value of what could have been;
Love, is lost forever.
Folks it’s time to rebuild and to regain love.
Efforts of patience, trust and forgiveness
May be be slow, but victory always comes
To ensure peace of mind, good health and happiness.