Time keeps marching on.
We are powerless to stop it.
Our strongest forces
Cannot halt the ticking story.
But
What we can do
Is stretch it out—
Stretch time out—
Make every second count,
Fill every minute
With the beating hearts of life.
That is what we can do.
That is how we can remain strong
In the wrinkled, weathered face
Of Time.
Jun 20, 2014
Jun 20, 2014 at 12:47 PM UTC
Time keeps marching on.
We are powerless to stop it.
Our strongest forces
Cannot halt the ticking story.
But
What we can do
Is stretch it out—
Stretch time out—
Make every second count,
Fill every minute
With the beating hearts of life.
That is what we can do.
That is how we can remain strong
In the wrinkled, weathered face
Of Time.
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