The mornings dawn,
The seasons change,
And years pass by
One after one
As lives dissolve into the span of time.
The old man knows
To count each day
And ne'er neglect
One setting sun
Lest he should disappear and miss the last;
Unlike the child
Who seldom notes
The changing moons
And passing time-
The days that he will never see again.
Teach me to count,
To cherish time,
Before I'm old
And days are lost
To rocking chairs that rick-rock with the clock.
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