Backward, flow backward, O full tide of years!
I am so weary of toil and of tears,
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Backward, flow backward, O full tide of years!
I am so weary of toil and of tears,
Toil without recompense--tears all in vain,
Take them and give me my childhood again.
I have grown weary of dust and decay,
Weary of sowing for others to reap;
Rock me to sleep, mother, rock me to sleep.

To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose
under the heaven:
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To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose
under the heaven:
A time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time
to pluck up that which is planted;
A time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a
time to build up;
A time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time
to dance;
A time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together;
a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing;
A time to get, and a time to lose; a time to keep, and a time to
cast away;
A time to rend, and a time to sew; a time to keep silence, and a
time to speak;
A time to love, and a time to hate; a time of war, and a time of
peace.

The present is a point just passed.

The present is a point just passed.

Time is like a handful of sand- the tighter you grasp it, the faster it runs through your fingers

Time is like a handful of sand- the tighter you grasp it, the faster it runs through your fingers

Lost, yesterday, somewhere between sunrise and sunset, two golden hours, each set with sixty diamond minutes. No reward is offered read more

Lost, yesterday, somewhere between sunrise and sunset, two golden hours, each set with sixty diamond minutes. No reward is offered for they are gone forever.

He answered and said unto them, When it is evening, ye say, It
will be fair weather: for the read more

He answered and said unto them, When it is evening, ye say, It
will be fair weather: for the sky is red.
And in the morning, It will be foul weather to day: for the sky
is red and lowring. O ye hypocrites, ye can discern the face of
the sky; but can ye not discern the signs of the times?

For out allotted time is the passing of a shadow,
and there is no return from our death,
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For out allotted time is the passing of a shadow,
and there is no return from our death,
because it is sealed up and no one turns back.

All the time spent idly, is spent wickedly, and is unfaithfulness to our masters.rn

All the time spent idly, is spent wickedly, and is unfaithfulness to our masters.rn

Time is shortening. But every day that I challenge this cancer and survive is a victory for me.

Time is shortening. But every day that I challenge this cancer and survive is a victory for me.