Poem by Ann Rutherford


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DATE: April 21, 2013, 11:18 p.m.

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  1. The clock is always ticking,
  2. The hands are moving slow,
  3. And yet it is surprising
  4. How fast the hours go.
  5. And when the hours turn to days
  6. The weeks are passing by
  7. It seems that time has sprouted wings
  8. As the years begin to fly.
  9. Each precious moment of our lives,
  10. Is changed from "now" to "then"
  11. Offered to us only once-
  12. And never come again.
  13. Ann Rutherford.

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