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∞∞∞ Mid is the night we were born- The very first hour of our lives, Vague are the hours ahead till morn hits, Just before our first six, We live in confusing times, Some lighten up before six to start their day, On and on, they go their way. Some wake late, you can't blame them, 'Cos time and chance happen to us all. The worst of all are the lazy ones, Don't be a fool like them, my friend, 'Cos soon, it's noon and the first 12 hits, Here, every second counts, Don't slumber nor be a sluggard, But while you work, enjoy each moment It's a gift from God, This, for sure, has his support. For darkness is coming, Where we'll all grow weary, If at all we get to see the night, The reality of life; no one knows our time. The night shall come, We'll yawn, looking forward to our rest, Nothing would matter, We'll remember our noon And often tell a story or two, While the Moon remains our light of hope, Amidst the dark, it shines above. We'll gaze in anticipation for our final rest. Soon it's twelve, and our day ends. So you see, my friend; We don't have years ahead, It's just the hours of our life counting, The clock strikes and only God knows when. Live now, in merry and enjoy your days, Live now, in reverence of your maker, Live now, in love for one another, For same fate happens to us all, Early or late, it doesn't matter, Death is our transporter. ∞∞∞
— Cotek