The Value of Time

The Measure of Life

Tick-tock, tick-tock,

The clock never stops,

Counting the moments,

As life's journey hops.

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From birth to death,

It ticks away,

Every second a treasure,

To seize or delay.

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We think we have time,

But it slips through our hands,

Faster than we realize,

Like shifting sands.

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It waits for no one,

And can never be caught,

A precious commodity,

That can't be bought.

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We watch it fly,

As we struggle and strive,

To make the most of it,

While we're alive.

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For time is a gift,

That we must treasure,

And use it wisely,

For our own pleasure.

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So let's make the most,

Of every single day,

Chase our dreams and passions,

And never let time slip away.

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For in the end,

It's the memories we'll keep,

The moments we savored,

And the dreams we did reap.

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Tick-tock, tick-tock,

The clock still ticks on,

Let's make the most of it,

Before it's gone.

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