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30 July 2015

Time

What is It?
This that I'm always chasing?
There doesn't seem to be enough of
then again It's in abundance
It tells me when to be where
something I try to be on
there's never extra to spare
It escapes me like sands in an hour glass

It's of the essence
It can heal deep wounds
It should never be wasted
there's no going back in It
as far as what the future holds
only It can tell
give me some
all will be revealed

hours
minutes
seconds
It's infinite while being short
'till suddenly there's no more
how quickly It flew
Where did It go?
Gone in a wink of an eye


Copyright © 2015 Patrick B Vince

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