Time

Could I the fleeting moments grasp,
And hold them as a string of pearls -
To lay them forever in your clasp,
I would travel 'round the world.

Or could I catch each passing hour,
Golden as a grain of sand;
And were all time within my power,
I would place it in your hand.

Alas, I cannot make them stay -
But cherish each as past they fly.
Every moment of every day,
I'm glad that you are mine.

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