THE FLOW OF TIME

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THE FLOW OF TIME

Where do our fleeting hours go,
Too swiftly do they disappear?
To happy times they drag so slow,
But race to anything we fear.

Unhappy when we've time to kill,
Unhappy when it flies too fast;
When waiting, it is standing still,
When happy, never will it last.

To man it's such a puzzlement,
Confusing is the flow of time;
Of time we are too negligent,
We all are guilty of this crime.

Sol the Sage

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