TIME
Time of which we all possess
To move on forward and progress.
Not to be taken for granted...
Of its presence, we're enchanted.
Life is short, somewhat a race...
Happening at a fast pace.
Time is all we have - our chance
To better ourselves and advance.
Poorly spent, haste turns to waste
And time can never be replaced.
Do not have a second thought
That precious seconds can be bought.
A little time can make a lot...
You never know how much you've got.
Hours just minutes away...
The clock reminds us every day.
In ticks and tocks of silent chime,
What will you do with your time?
It is our host until we ghost...
So of it, try to make the most.
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