• Final Score 20.07.2007

    Hours float beyond hours: tic-toc, the clock.
    Each thought unwinds a speck in time;
    Fleeting concerns validate life’s design.

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    Hours float beyond hours; tic-toc, the clock.
    Each thought unwinds a speck in time;
    Fleeting concerns validate life’s design.

    A pulsive clock: a timeless tic; an endless toc.
    Tic-toc serves–even the incessant fool;
    Idleness can not escape an empty pool.

    Relentless spinning tics away–a way of life.
    Valuable moments spent in foolish haste;
    Thoughtful minds have nothing to waste.

    This circle of ticing requires the keenest alert;
    For an endless discovery gives nothing lost.
    A constant improvement reveals the cost.

    Ask not for vain power–betraying humility.
    But wait a moment, and share your time.
    Patience lacks values…in a prideful mind.

    Waiting disarms aggression, and conquers vanity.
    The ticing clock produces a peaceful will;
    Seek to be humble, submissive, and still.

    The signs-of-time forsakes the tic in a faded clock;
    Nothing can be done…to unwind the past;
    In a final tic-toc, time disappears–at last.
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