So the following is a Piece that I wrote back into 1990, though I'd share it.
"Looking back, our past is our future, times shared, words spoken.
A kiss or touch, are you getting scared?
In one hand I see why I stay with you, for no one has loved me as you.
Never have I given so much of myself.
The other hand is unknown.
Like sands from an hour glass our time is running out. Yet something
in me continues to try and stop time.
But with the will of my own I'm gone."
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'The clock of life is wound but once, and no man has the power totell just when the hands will stop, at late or early hour. Now is theonly time you own. Live, love, toil with a will. Place no faith in time.For the clock may soon be still.'
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