Time is the runner who runs too fast

And day and night, his companions alas

We see light but never comprehend

That he is moving, moving, swiftly again

 

So let's hold on to the moments

Cherish all that there is and all we have

For today is replaced, forgotten in haste

While dreams for tomorrow cannot wait.

 

~Helena Fernz~

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