But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams - Yeats
Saturday 27 June 2015
The sands of time
The sands of time trickle on
Taking our lives through
Good and bad to an end
No one can foretell
So make the most of the time
We have, enjoy the good
Endure the bad, enjoy this
Life, the only one we have.
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