School work: Poetry about time!

Teachers stand before you anyhow, back then, and even now.

You must live to do what is required of you; do not sit and suffer, eyes malaise. Smell the forest!! Smile when the sand is in your eye, for as The Lord lives, so you will "die." In between you must laugh and sometimes you must "lie."

So we chase after Time! Time! Time! Time escapes me, but I chase the hours even more, because I am on a glorious tour.

Thank you your Lord, Savior and King! Now my life does not evade me; tomarrow I'll do more