There's Still Time
How quickly it is over,
This game of life we play.
All the days that we're allotted,
Oh, so swiftly pass away.
The roses lose their glory,
As their petals fade and fall,
While evening shadows lengthen,
On life's westward facing wall.
But there yet is time for loving,
Time for family and friends--
Time for sharing tears and laughter,
Ere the game comes to an end.
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