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Passing Time

Passing Time

By Phill Senters

 

 

When I was young and in my prime

I never thought of passing time.

As I grew older and became of age

I thought time at work was like a prison’s

cage.

 

I ran wild and thought always,

How young and full of life I’d be.

 

Until the relentless, sweeping hands of time

Came swooping, crowding in on me.

 

No longer did I wonder what he meant

When Grandpaw said  ‘Youth must be from Heaven sent’

And when my mom said ‘Some day you’ll understand, my son,

That life is so much more than having fun’.

 

So my advice to all that care to heed,

Have all your fun and fill that need.

But while you’re still so very young,

Fill your life with good deeds done.

Save up memories that cause a smile,

And make good friends

to keep thru all the miles.

Listen to the older folks and learn more of their ways,

You’ll be glad you did when you reach your golden days.

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