Value of Time

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We're here one day
And then gone the next.
Sweet children we had
Are now getting married.
Our time is leaving
In the blink of an eye,
So I try not to blink.
One day he's here,
And then he leaves.
Perhaps, it's true.
"Nothing good can stay"
If only we cherished
The good times we had.
Instead we pushed them away,
Thinking we're promised tomorrow.
Sadly, it's gone.
The value of time
Was never loved until
It was too late.

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