Our Time, Our Life.


Wasted time is wasted life,
A lost time isn't gotten back,
Each day, life counts down,
Our time is our life.

Tick tick, the clock moves on,
From the beginning, it hasn't stop,
Even when we sleep, it keeps moving, 
Our time is our life.

24hours a day, 7 days a week, 
Soon it's a year, time isn't aware,
Soon enough, a life is spent,
Our time is our life.

✍️©️Toobrightanthony .
📸@pexels.com.

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