Clays Of Time

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In the wet slippery soil
Lies the time that Sinks one
Into the depth of regret
When its purpose is being abandoned.

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Make hay while the sun shines
Or sink after the fall of the rain;
The rain of excuses
Whose tiny hands comfort in the robe of guile.
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Underestimate not the power of time
For if it leaves unappreciated,
One is left with the blame to bear
As the aftermath of contempt favours not.
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The sand of mockery and rejection
Fears not status nor position
When one Sink in the clays of time
And lose the pleasure of “doing.”
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Act, don’t just talk
Work, don’t just walk
Make no delay
In letting your feet stand on the Clays of time.

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