Tick-Tock...
Tick-Tock
Tick tock goes the clock.
Why waste time?
Time is precious.
There's no such thing
as waiting patiently,
if when you look up
you're old-n-restless.
Your time is precious.
Valuable. Goals achievable,
24 hours available, take
heed of them. Time is precious.
Get out do your best. What ever you've
planned make it a lesson to keep treading
cause time is ticking.
Thoughts always riding your mind waves,
keep them on board don't let them get cut
short or loose the clues you use to get through
the time of the day.
Though the course may turn down the way,
think a head and you won't go a stray, giving
yourself some time to play before the light of
the day goes away and becomes night.
Your time is precious utilize it, score as you sore
through life with no regrets. Tick tock goes the
clock, leaving you no time to look back...
By Candice Perry
6/16/09
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