| As the sand in the hourglass gently sifts through, You realize time is short, yet there is so much to do. It's so important that we make each grain count, Since we can't change their course or the amount. Look for good in a person and that's what you will find Give a stranger a smile and watch his face shine. Don't waste one grain on pettiness or hate; You don't have the time -- the hour is late; Keep an open mind, give love and trust. Never say "I'll try" say "I have to, I must" Make every second count, each day that you live Not in terms of getting , but of what you can give. Give of yourself, without reservation or doubt; This gift will last long after the sand has run out. |
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| " The Hour is Late " |
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