Reflecting on the value of time and living with purpose.
Time, a river flowing fast,
Moments present become the past.
Each second is a precious gift,
Use it well before it drifts.
Don't waste it chasing empty dreams,
Or living by society's schemes.
Find your purpose, make it count,
Let your legacy amount.
To something more than wealth or fame,
To making difference, leaving name.
Etched in hearts of those you've touched,
With kindness, love, and care so much.
For time will pass, this truth is clear,
Make every moment, every year,
A testament to how you've lived,
To all the love that you have given.
Moments present become the past.
Each second is a precious gift,
Use it well before it drifts.
Don't waste it chasing empty dreams,
Or living by society's schemes.
Find your purpose, make it count,
Let your legacy amount.
To something more than wealth or fame,
To making difference, leaving name.
Etched in hearts of those you've touched,
With kindness, love, and care so much.
For time will pass, this truth is clear,
Make every moment, every year,
A testament to how you've lived,
To all the love that you have given.
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