The Age Old Race

Posted: December 17, 2011 in Poems
One more moment lost,
Another “new day” wasted;
Procrastination and
No replacing
The time passed by.
We’re looking back,
We stop and think –
Ask ourselves why
We never try
To make the most
Of what we hold.
We wonder why,
We’re remaining lost, without the joy
And still grow old!
With both hands down,
The blankest face;
We watch again as
Time wins the race…
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