Tempus Fugit (L)
I shall forbear to wile away
My time in discontent.
But with each day,
Endeavor to extract from it,
The good that God has sent.
For though in awe of Him,
Intrepid, I shall strive to be.
Catering not to some earthly whim,
But at a Godly gait, in haste,
Using the time He's given me.
For as sure as each day brings,
With it a rising sun.
So time, the devourer of all things,
Will cause my sun to set
Making my life's work, soon done.
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