Calendars marked with red crossed days
As time slows down to a sluggish pace
We wait for it with bitten nails
With tension written all over our face.
And then it comes in a flash gone by
All of a sudden time sets to fly
But the moment etched in our memories deep
Off our feet it comes to sweep
Patience a virtue never to regret
The longer it is the sweeter it gets
The pains we bore, those times spent
Washed away by precious moments
Those times are gone, those moments passed
Yet within us as gifts from a past
A precedent for what our present becomes
An encouraging past for the future to come
'To earn a living' we run a race
A new day we prepare to face
And as we face never ending strife
We forget to live our blessed lives
And then to regret those moments gone
Old and bitter we grow on
Mind not the painful times before
Savour those moments life had in store
As time slows down to a sluggish pace
We wait for it with bitten nails
With tension written all over our face.
And then it comes in a flash gone by
All of a sudden time sets to fly
But the moment etched in our memories deep
Off our feet it comes to sweep
Patience a virtue never to regret
The longer it is the sweeter it gets
The pains we bore, those times spent
Washed away by precious moments
Those times are gone, those moments passed
Yet within us as gifts from a past
A precedent for what our present becomes
An encouraging past for the future to come
'To earn a living' we run a race
A new day we prepare to face
And as we face never ending strife
We forget to live our blessed lives
And then to regret those moments gone
Old and bitter we grow on
Mind not the painful times before
Savour those moments life had in store
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