Finally

There's a time for glory
and a time for fame
but not for those
who have no name.

There's a time for riches
and a time for wealth
but not for those
who have bad health.

There's a time to be happy
and a time to be glad
but not for those
whose lives are sad.

When is their time
for all these things?
When they tire of this existence
and spread their wings.

poem by Edwina Reizer
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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