No hour can call itself itself alone

No hour can call itself itself alone,
Each mutters on the heels of that before ;
The potter’s clay is shaped before it’s thrown,
And our lives too are built on that same law -

For each thought must make a new tomorrow,
Each sigh or smile consolidate that dream;
Though we deny owning joy or sorrow
It’s our minds that direct Time’s rushing stream.

We, and we alone, create our worlds true;
We make, then see, the sunshine and the rain;
We paint our future-selves to our own view,
Then blindly criticise our God in vain.

To change ourselves we need a dif’rent sight -
To battle then, enjoying life’s long fight!

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