" Hands of Time" 2
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" Hands of Time" 2
It's four in the mourning and thid dirty old room
has really got me down.
just quiet all around me looking for laughter only finding tears.
searching for a reason I have wasted o so many years
The clock is ticking and the problems seem so clear
Dont put off until tomorrow when you can take care of the things today
This is what my father told me as slowly watched him fade away.
I have always rembered those words as I apply them every day
Everything I have done I have never done in vain
I rember doing alot of dumb things but they have helped me along the way
learning from my mistakes is a constant price i have paid
From scars to bars I think about those things today
each thing you do, will come back in view its how much you willing to pay
Each day is a lesson for this is to be told!
You'll laugh you'll cry but you'll always pay the price of the lessons we
know today.
Do you rember the visions of the past!
Sometimes they come back to haunt you and good times never last
Think about the dreams of tomorrow and never let them pass
Put them in a mental vault so they last and last and last
Live each day to the fullest live until your hearts content
Theres not always going to be a tomorrow and this you cant pretend!
Will you dance among the angels and sing a heavenly song!
Or will you burn in hell forever! Because you know this is where you belong!
Each and all are yesterday and these are all days of the past
Don't cry abot yesteryear because it was never meant to last!
The hands of time are ticking so you better make up fast
The hands of time doesn't wait in line and time is ticking FAST!!!!!
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When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.
John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA