.
I look back and see the passing,
Years and closing of recent days,
Each minute that ticked by,
Was precious in its own way.

Time is golden in my heart,
Time with friends I have spent,
Family and strangers touch a heart,
A mark on life, a sad lament.

Count not tomorrow as a surety,
Yesterday is gone and cannot be changed,
But today is here, right this moment,
Build a memory of love unrestrained.

Time is golden with a love's glow,
Heed the changing in life's lane,
Treasure and hold the golden hue,
Each second lost will reflect the pain.

Oh time comes not in a bottle,
To uncap and have at leisure,
But a fleeting escapee gone fore'er,
'Tis up to you to seek its pleasure.

Gayle Davisİ
July 27, 2005
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