TIME
How fast the sands run thro' the glass,
Swiftly as our time does pass.
So reach for life and grab it true,
Lest the sands of life run out on you.
Life ain't always work and strains,
Aching limbs on festered pains.
Time doth come, to make some pleasure,
Before the sands doth take your measure.
Written by Chas Tester.
The Tester girls circa 1960 without the youngest - Dee!
