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Beware of time, she has no gown,

You do not see her move around,

But then one day by chance you find,

You've no time left to waste or wind.


No time in which to act the fool,

No time to wait while things come good,

No time to spend on useless jobs,

As time might say: 'You've had your lot.'


A gentle tick, a gentle tock,

The sound of all the time you've got,

How oft we see a clock face smile,

It's stealing all your precious time.


So don't be fooled by tiresome hours,

The clock is ticking bored or not,

Do all you can whilst in your prime,

God forgives, but not so time.


© Joseph G Dawson