LET ME KNOW, DO I STILL GOT TIME TO GROW?

I'll be WAITING in the SHADOW of the SUN,
SEIZING TIME where NO ONE has been before

Each New Little Day Slips Out of My Hand
by Annette Wynne

Each new little day slips out of my hand,
And then with another new day I stand;
But soon that is gone and folded away—
I wish I might keep forever one day!
I wish that one good day might always stay,
For the good days hurry on so fast,
Only the bad days seem to last;
But soon the worst of days is past;
And now within my room I stand
With a new little day within my hand.