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Feb 2020
I was staring at my clock
As it was doing its tick tock
I was watching it do its job
And I started questioning
myself if I am doing mine.
Am I really doing my work?
Not the job I'm being paid for
But the work that I was made for.
I began to introspect, to see if
my job and my life's work intersect.
Have I given attention to everything else
And leave my purpose on the shelf?
This inanimate clock spoke to me
It said, you have all that you need
to be who you were formed to be,
It's all on the inside of you.
You just have to set your priorities
right and that is in your hands.
Gods1son
Written by
Gods1son  26/M/Canada
(26/M/Canada)   
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     ---, Mrs Timetable, CS and Perry
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