Time On
My Hands

Time on My Hands

Time on my hands
Thinking of you
Making a stand
With little else to do
Minutes of the day
Turn into hours
Nothing left to say
Love as true as ours
Yesterdays many dreams
In the sky so high
On gossamer wings
Flutter like a butterfly
From aloft as I spy
Like sand in a hour glass
Life's ebb trickles on
All too soon to pass
In the verse of a song
Each day is the essence
Of life's busy throng
Aware of the presence
To each we belong
Dreaming and scheming
Over a gold band
Pledging all my love
Third finger left hand
Thanks to stars above
Life now has meaning
My dreams now come true
Time on my hands
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