We begin with it,

We end with it,

We get behind with it,

We struggle with it

 

We cant see it,

We cant sell it,

We cant feel it,

We cant touch it.

 

We cant buy it,

We cant sell it

We cant give it

We cant keep it

 

We want more of it,

We need more of it,

We hope for more of it,

We pray for more of it,

 

We say what time is it,

We cherish it,

We put no price on it,

And, we all borrow it.

 

Edna Lydiate

Leyland