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Time is a Gift
Time is a gift that keeps ticking away
And like a flower, it will never stay
It is the leaf that falls and decays
A record of the song you used to play.
The end of a story that has been told
Like the sunset of day as night unfolds
Before long you find that you are old
For Time is like sand you cannot hold.
poem
by
Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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