(September 17,1937 / Marikina City)

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Time in my Life

In the morning of my life, I did not measure time
It was ample, there's enough, eternity seems mine

Then noon time came, it still abounds, comes in a steady pace
Although I counted it by years, still no cause for haste

In the sunset I fret, it's no longer plentiful
I count it by the days, wish that I be given more

Submitted: Saturday, March 02, 2013


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