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Time for Us ©

Ray E. MacRae
New South Wales, Australia
1973

The four seasons have come,
and in turn they have passed,
and we are one year older.

Have we gained from that year?
Have we spread love and good cheer?
or are we just one year older?

If you have helped your troubled brother
or given of yourself to help another.
Then you are not just one year older.

But if you have found excuses,
with your time and money you have other uses,
Then you are just one year older.

I wonder if while upon our death bed
will the vanishing sands of time cause us to fear,
and make us wish we had made better use,
of the time we wasted last year.



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