Time Musings
Many a prose and song - have been inscribed to Time.
Of ticking clocks - and bells that chime.
People are always in a hurry - afraid that Time will run out!
We don't stop to consider - what living is all about.
In our youth we learn and play - without the slightest care.
Until one day we wake up - to find patches of gray in our hair.
Time is indeed valuable - beyond all measure.
It is something to be enjoyed, held dear and Treasure!
The trick here is to make the most of - the Time we have been given.
No matter upon what pathway - that our feet are currently driven.
Help out each other - as much as you possibly can!
And when your name is finally called - you'll be in a much better land!
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