Fool I am to think that time is ever mine.
It is my master; at least 'til new life's dawn.
I seethe at wasted moments, stood in line,
Forgetting they were never mine to own.
So hear the truth: though days pass slow or swift,
Each second comes to us as purest gift.
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SO beautiful, and true! I think we'd all be less stressed if we learned to relax our grip on something we can't control...
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