Treasure Island

Toshie Nohara


Waste Not


Waste not our
time
With caution treat
time-CHERISH IT
Quick as a
wink minutes
fly
Time conquers
us
That's why
Losers we will
be
'Cos time waits for
no-one
No use pleading or
praying
Time is Not our
servant

Waste not our hard-earned
money
Live not on
milk and
honey
Save some for a
rainy
day
This way we won't
regret
Hurray

Waste not good
food nor
drinks
In entertainment
Stop being
extravagant
Donate to the
poor
Be a good
savior

Waste not our
knowledge
Share it with
others
It's our
privilege
Better to give than
receive

Waste not our
talent
It's a gift from
heaven
Give thanks to
God
Use it to honor
God

Waste not God's
blessings.

Submitted: Wednesday, March 05, 2014
Edited: Wednesday, March 05, 2014

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