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THE SANDS OF TIME





Silent, creepy, mysterious as its tick,


The worthiest choice, if offered a pick,


 


‘Tis often mentioned of many a tricky blighter,


But there’s this one, that we should take none the lighter,


 


No matter how low our lives are or how high,


This one, it deceives us within a blink of an eye,


 


Generations of attempts, seeking to unravel,


From its study, to its hopeful travel,


 


Enriching us with glory and joy unbound,


But always engulfing with vigil surround,


 


Obviously not easy to bring to heel,


Like Sand, as slippery as an eel,


 


These, Chronicles of Time,


In Life, undoubtedly the Prime,


 


Too valuable, too worthy to waste,


Lest, we regret later, the need for haste,


 


Cherish, save, optimize this gift,


It’s the last thing that should be allowed to drift,


 


Yesterday is History,


 Tomorrow is a Mystery,


But today is a Gift, that is why it is called the Present. :)

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