Time

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by vmdwriter

by vmdwriter

Time is but a passing moment

Fleeting, ever-changing,

The present soon becomes the past,

And the future never ceases

Its constant evolving,

Until it, too, is past.

So why worry about what comes

When we should live in the here and now?

Cherish the moments we are in,

And be thankful for time's flow

For life is too brief to waste

On the future's uncertainty

And the regrets of the past.

Even if yet the hands on the clock,
Are always moving too fast.