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              Days

One by one till the end of the year,
And we never know to hold them dear.
Slowly they seem to drag by,
So slow that we sometimes want to cry.
But we don't have much of a past,
Perhaps that is why they seem to last.

One by one till the end of the year,
And we never know to hold them dear.
One day we wake up to see,
They are not as long as they used to be.
Now we have games we want to play,
And school friends take the most time away.

One by one till the end of the year,
And we never know to hold them dear.
Now there just right,
We fill each one,
With lots of work,
And time for fun.

One by one till the end of the year,
And we never know to hold them dear.
Then we can't fit it all in for now,
But we'll do the rest tomorrow, somehow.
There a little short, but thats ok,
Some things can wait for another day.

One by one till the end of the year,
And we never know to hold them dear.
Before we know it they go so fast,
If we could just get them to last.
So much to do, and a short time within,
We wonder how we'll get it all in.

One by one till the end of the year,
And we never know to hold them dear.
We're up at dawn, so much to do,
So much we never will get through.
Because so many now have past,
We know their value, now, at last.

One by one till the end of the year,
And we never know to hold them dear.
Remembering how it was in the past,
When we thought they would always last.
Lamenting their loss, now that it's to late,
For we're to close to the Pearly Gates.

One by one till the end of the year,
And now we know to hold them dear.




Written by Poca
3/10/02

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