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Reflecting on time passing... |
| Tick-Tock youth rushes into life, minutes like hours drag. heedlessly wasting golden grains, future so far away life beckons seductively, yesterday stale cold, today impatiently tedious tick-tock, tick-tock... grasp grains trickling by so much ahead, so much behind too soon, too soon,balance lost, tick-tock, tick-tock... someday here...somewhen gone, too much to do, so much to learn, time presses relentlessly, none unscathed, so little ahead, so much behind, tick-tock, tick-tock... Ms. Magi |