Fleeting Time
Fleeting Time
Glorious days rush by and dreams live and die. Our children
grow up before our eyes and we marvel. We say, “Where did time go?” Some folks
like to talk about the good old days when they were younger. They reminisce and
it gives them pleasure; while their children think about what their life will
be in the future. Nevertheless, time keeps marching on. We all enjoy the four seasons
of the year. Daily we count these blessings in seconds, minutes, and hours. But
to live fully is to savor life in the present, and try not to live solely by
the clock.
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