Jar of time

Time had no meaning
Time has no meaning
Time is but a point in time
Like a grain of sand
In an hour glass

But the grain which falls
Does not rise again
The speck which disappears
Does not appear again
Like a picture losing intensity
Time wins all

In this time
Which is left
Let us make it count
Not by the weight of our existence
But by the weight of what we owe to others
As a child
As a parent
As a friend
As a loyal partner

Let time give birth
So that time is never ending
On and on
From one generation to another



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