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Poem: Time

May 25, 2012
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At times, I think I see the minute hand a’ticking.
At others, it seems one hundred seconds sticking.

Some days, the second hand beats more rapidly than my heart.
The two begin to race,
until one tears them apart.

Many days I’ve wished I could set time ticking¬†backwards;
others, to simply hold it still.

But try as I might, such is my plight,
time does not bend to my will.

 

Dedicated to Sue J.

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