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I once met a man/who had lots of time and never complained. He walked slowly,/and his eyes had a quiet, friendly smile in them. But for some strange reason,/no one respected him. When I asked him about this,/he said sadly,/“I never knew/how to make use of my time,/so I am poor.” This man had time,/but he was also unhappy.
Time escapes the Papalagi/because they try to hold it too tightly. They don’t let it come to them. They always try to catch time with their hands,/and never let it relax/or enjoy itself in the sun.
Oh, beloved brothers! We have never complained about time. We have loved it/as it flows. We have never chased after it. We have never tried to cut it apart. We are happy with time. We don’t need more of it/than we have.
Our task is to free the poor, confused Papalagi/from their illusion. We must give them their time back. We must break their little round time machines/and tell them that there is more time/than any human being can use,/from sunrise to sunset.
I once met a man/who had lots of time and never complained. He walked slowly,/and his eyes had a quiet, friendly smile in them. But for some strange reason,/no one respected him. When I asked him about this,/he said sadly,/“I never knew/how to make use of my time,/so I am poor.” This man had time,/but he was also unhappy.
Time escapes the Papalagi/because they try to hold it too tightly. They don’t let it come to them. They always try to catch time with their hands,/and never let it relax/or enjoy itself in the sun.
Oh, beloved brothers! We have never complained about time. We have loved it/as it flows. We have never chased after it. We have never tried to cut it apart. We are happy with time. We don’t need more of it/than we have.
Our task is to free the poor, confused Papalagi/from their illusion. We must give them their time back. We must break their little round time machines/and tell them that there is more time/than any human being can use,/from sunrise to sunset.