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 won’t last;
One eye on future days,
The other on the past.

Try to make it last...

Don’t need a clock,
The hour’s here;
Don’t need a calendar
This is the time of year.

So just hold on,
And don’t 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,
Don’t let a cloud or rainstorm
Hide away your sun.

Try to make it last...


© 1999 Hank Vaughn

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