A Poem About Time
Time slides by in silence,
Towards some stolen place,
And reconciles each moment,
Between humanity and space.
And time is all we really have,
To soak in and soak up,
The life, the loves, the laughter,
Whatever fills the cup.
In every second, breathing,
In minutes, sometimes smiling,
In every hour, waiting,
Each day, reconciling.
Despite the creaks and wrinkles,
Vanity lingers, hoping,
That age will come on slowly,
Not rush towards us, loping
boundless, knock us over.
We’ll stand tall, time abating,
Nods, winks, we know its coming,
Keep on smiling, keep it waiting.
I can’t stop time, can’t hold it,
The clock just keeps on ticking,
So lets soak up each second,
Until we all stop kicking!
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