The Time Clock
Time is a thief
Another year has gone by
It slips away a hand that grip
Flies like a wind, a beauty shy
Crisis and opportunity just a hairline
Of gaining failure and success
Thoughts are like rays that shine
It only stays at person that is avarice
Time is only fruitful and precious
If it is done only to good use.
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