Join our hands - A book of poems on Unity

It's time.

Lend me a shovel to stick

And as the clock goes tick

I will bury all yesterday away

To a much, much better day

Lend me a shovel or stick

And as the clock goes tick

may the past be inside the ground

all the way to where rain makes sound

Lend me a shovel or stick

and as the clock goes tick

May your favorite memories pour on

Plop, on the grass going drop, drop

And the burden upon the shoulder

Shake it off, lets try again another hour

Tomorrow, tomorrow hello again

Present, present, we wish to ten