I am nothing but a little being!
Carry with me sixty wings
Time is slow for those who wait
Too long for those who grieve
Joy when fly on the unseen tracks
Never a minute comes back
It is precious; must do it well
For how it is used, I must one day tell
Waste minutes, hours go by
Day by day; years get lost
Make a life, strive
Use it wise to survive
Art to live just one thing,
Do the good that I seek.
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