Our days are so crowded
and our hours so few
There's so little time and so much to do
That the days fly by
and are over and done
Before we have even half begun
To do the things that we mean to do
But never have time to carry through
And how nice it would be
if we stopped to say
The things we feel
in our hearts each day.
~ Helen Steiner Rice
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