"Time"
by Richard and Brian
copyright Scapers inc. 2009

"Time, Time", The busy man said as he hurried about putting things in places and taking things down and filling his heavy sack. "I have to go, I have to stay. Too many things to do and places to be, I have made the work now I must do the task but time, time have I the time to do it all and do it right.

The sack grew heavy the busy man tied it close and slung it over his shoulder and he headed out the door, he had no one to say goodbye to, not even a cat. For he was too busy to have time for any sort of companion. He turned the big iron key in the lock and rushed on his way down the road that led to where he had to be. As he rushed pushing one foot in front of the other as quickly as he could, carrying the heavy sack, watching the ground beneath he could not trip and fall for he had not the time to even brush himself off.
"Time, time I have to get to where I need to be and back to where i have been, so I can get going again. All must be quickly done in order to do more within the time I have to do the thngs that I have to do.

No one knew what was in the sack but those that were given its contents. Everyone that had received what it contained only say it was the best thing that they have ever gotten. So with the this recommendation, those that knew of the gratification wanted the busy man to deliver them the same.
"time, time, the more I do the more I have to do I cannot stop there is a need of that I am certain and surely can tell by the demand for what i have to deliver."
"Time, time" the busy man said as he hurried about putting things in places and taking things down and filling his brown cloth sack. "I have to go I have to stay too many things to do and places to be I have made the work now I must do the task but time, time have I the time to do it all and do it right."

Day in and day out year after year the busy man kept up with his busy schedule. No time for friends, companions or even a cat. "He wore out sacks and pairs of shoes, He grew thin and his long unkempt hair turned grey. He walked slower and his back hunched over from carrying the heavy sack. "Time, time", he said "I must hurry on" busy still for those he passes along the way know the name of Father Time and to those lucky enough he delivers a sack of unused time enabling to enjoy friends, companions and even their cats.