Value time for what it is,
The most precious gift that you will ever receive,
More valuable than anything else life can give,
But the clock forever ticks, and offers no reprieve,
So value every hour, every minute and second,
Those that bring you shame and those that make you proud,
For one day your true worth upon this Earth will be reckoned,
And not in cash or conquests, “there are no pockets in a shroud,”
So value each precious second for what it is,
A chance to make your own, “Moments” in time,
And tell the old clock, with a smile, as it ticks
“The minutes are yours, but the, moments are mine.”