Time lost can never be retrieved. Time cannot be hoarded, only spent well.
These lines were found engraved on a sundial:
The shadow of my finger cast
Divides the future from the past
Before it stands the unborn hour
In darkness and beyond thy power;
Behind its unreturning line
The vanished hour, no longer thine;
One hour alone is in thy hands,
The NOW on which the shadow stands.
--Author Unknown
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