Make It Last
A child is born,
An old man dies;
And in between it all
Is what he calls his life.
Some days are long,
Some just wont last;
One eye on future days,
The other on the past.
Try to make it last...
Dont need a clock,
The hours here;
Dont need a calendar
This is the time of year.
So just hold on,
And dont let go;
The here and now has come
And in a blink shall go...
Try to make it last...
Sunday, Monday,
Tuesday, too;
Wednesday, Thursday, Friday,
Saturday afternoon.
As weeks pass by,
And months roll on,
Dont let a cloud or rainstorm
Hide away your sun.
Try to make it last...
© 1999 Hank Vaughn
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