Time Measured
One Day Leads to Another
A Whisper in the Measure of Time
It's Hard for Me to Visualize
I'm Here and this Time Is Mine
I Have Absolutely No Idea
How Long My Life Will Be
But I Know I Could Have Done Better
With the Time That's Allotted to Me
I've Made So Many Mistakes
And Precious Time Has Slipped Away
Oh, the Things I Should Have Done Different
As I Went from Day to Day
Nothing Can Ever Recall
The Time That Has Already past
But I Shall Strive to Do Much Better
And Pray That My Time Will Last
The Time I Need for Me
I Will More Wisely Spend
It Will Make Me Better Inside
Then I Won't Mind So Much in the End.
Connie Moore
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