The Beauty of Time
The clock ticks, the hand moves on
One second of your life has come, and gone.
Nothing that you can say or do
Will bring that moment back to you.
Make each moment shine; it is a precious jewel
If you waste its beauty, you are a fool
Don’t let it slip and fall, to break on barren ground
For Time will hide the pieces, nothing will be found
Treat it as a seed, make it flower
Feed each priceless second with Life’s power
It will bloom and blossom, when you give it zest
Life is more colorful, if you try your best.
Don’t worry if one flower withers, and slowly dies
There are many more to grow, while time flies.
Make Time your garden, a place of splendor
For you to enjoy its beauty forever
Copyright © Patrick Maitland | Year Posted 2012
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