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The Value of Time

Imagine there is a bank that credits Your account each morning with $86,400.00 It cares over no balance from day to day Every evening it deletes whatever part Of the balance you failed to use during the day What would you do? Draw out every cent, of course! Each of us has such a bank It's name is TIME Every morning it credits you With 86,400 seconds Every night it writes off, As lost, whatever of this You have failed to invest to good purposes. It carries over no balance It allows no overdrafts Each day it opens a new account for you At night it burns the remains of the day If you fail to use the day's deposits, All that is lost is yours. There is no going back Plus there is no drawing against "tomorrow". You must live in the present On today's deposits Invest it so as to get from it The utmost health, happiness, and success! The clock is running Make the most of today To realize the vaule of One Year Ask a student who failed a grade To realize the vaule of One Month Ask a mother who gave birth To a pre-mature baby To realize the vaule of One Week Ask the editor of a weekly newspaper To realize the vaule of One Day Ask a daily wage laborer With kids to feed. To realize the vaule of One Hour Ask the lovers who are waiting to meet To realize the vaule of One Minute Ask a person who missed the train To realize the vaule of One Second Ask a person who just avoided an accident To relaize the vaule of One Millisecond Ask the person who won A sliver medal in the Olympics Treasure every moment that you have And treasure it more Because you was able to share it With someone special Special enough to spend your time. And remember that time waits for no one Yesterday is history Tomorrow is a mystery Today is a gift That's why it is called the present!

Copyright © | Year Posted 2007




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