They say that time is precious, but they mean
The most valuable thing of all is life
It's worth more than money, our very being
It's the one thing we treasure, that we love
Above all else, except the kids or wife
Or even more than them in some cases
Each day therefore we must try hard, should strive
To do all that we can. The clock races
And cracks appear all over our faces
Youth is quite something, we're all fast and keen
But it's used up by the time we arrive
At understanding the many pieces
Of the jigsaw puzzle, yet still can't seem
To put it together before the scythe
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