SOMETHING WORTH SAVING
The old clock of time swiftly is ticking,
Quietly but surely, life's moments away,
No one can halt or hinder its moving;
Time keeps on flying by hour and by day.
How quickly, how suddenly man's rosy cheeks
Lose their color and fade as a flower.
How soon his hair is bleached to dull gray
Or is thinned by each fleeting hour.
Is there not more to life than just living;
Is there not more ahead than the grave?
Is there not more to man than just muscle;
Is there not something worthy to save?
Yea, behind life's machine is an unseen driver;
He is the one who thinks and decides.
Behind the controls along life's speedway,
Across each mile he silently rides.
Yea, He is the one we must carefully plan for;
He is the one who is destiny bound.
He is the one who lives on forever;
He lieth not beneath earth's ground.
And so it is while life is fast fleeting,
He is the one we must insure,
For the soul of man is endless and ageless;
The "I" of me will always endure.
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