Time was a piece that hung on my wall.
Time was a superb athlete that never got caught.
Time a brilliant concept to a modern man.
And hence, some say — time is money, so run fast keep up the pace.
But to my granny;
Time was the sun that ran up the mountains and came down the hills.
Time was in a carefree mind that repeated the chores and never got old.
Time was always there for all.
Time for boredom never existed at all.
Laughingly she said, we sat while the time ran around us;
You keep running around, while the time sits on your wall.