The Lost Time
The Lost Time On a bright morn, as I began to think; into my ocean of thoughts I slowly began to sink. I remembered each moment with mother and father, how they worked for me when I didn’t bother. The teachers in my school used to tell me ways of life, b ut I would always dream and dream all the time. Now I have opportunities all coming my way, but I ‘m not happy and thus I begin my day. Coz when all were busy learning , I was sitting and dreaming; but now I greatly regret for the wasted time I cannot get. Time is very precious,money cannot buy it; but now it’s too late when I finally realized it.