Time waits for no-one
See the second hand move swiftly
And the minutes speeding on
Then the hours passing quickly
All too soon the day has gone
Always moving sure and steady
Certain as the endless tide
Father time is not your master
Let him always be your guide
Think of those whose days go slowly
Those whose moments creep along
Think of all the lost and lonely
Ofer hope to make them strong
Watch the minute hand still moving
As the hours slip away
Use each precious moment wisely
Make the most of every day
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