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Time Counts For Something

Time,
      Slipping away,
                            Wasted,
                                        Unaccomplished,
                                                                  Unfulfilled,
                                                                                Wheels spinning,
Going nowhere.

Every moment counts for something.
It's time to take control.

Have you made a difference today,
By the way you work or the way you play?

The Future is a mystery,
The time for us is Now,
It's ours to have, to capture, to use,
                                                        Not to be wasted,
                                                                                   No remorse,
No regrets.

by David Ronald Bruce Pekrul

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