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We all knew a time
When forever was real
And nothing would run out or die.
But as we get older and wiser, we think
With this handful of time “I must try”

And having decided,
To live out our life,
The best way we possibly can.
Be the best, or not care what others may think.
Or simply to muddle along.

So how do we measure.
Success in our life?
It’s not something that others can see.
So it cannot be money, or houses, or fame.
But something both precious and free.

It’s friendship and love,
Both given and shared.
And it’s measured by people who care.
We may not know the need, but by others it’s known
And when they know they’re needed, they’re there.

So sitting, we study,
Our handful of time.
And look back at things in our past.
As money will tarnish and bricks turn to dust.
It’s our love and our friendship will last.

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Our handful of time,
Is the time that we have.
To spend on this earth with our friends,
But never believe, when the time comes to leave,
That these friendships must come to an end.

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