by John Squires

Created on: December 12, 2007   Last Updated: December 13, 2007

Only Today
So little time remains
Days fly by in soft refrains
Regimented stock works seem to guide
Giving me no place to hide
It's the world that hems me in
Walking with my chest to chin
I can't ignore the clamor or
Maybe I won't see the sore
How can I change those around
If I myself can not abound
Where have all the days gone by
Like smoke into the starry sky
Today's the only treasure chest
Let's do God's work and make it blessed

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