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Time Travel

Time Travel From conception, into birth, from childhood, into youth, from youth, into a young adult is but a short journey on a long pier A time for learning / A time for doing Adults usually go on in blind flurry, doing. Middle age meanders along that – shorter – pier, looking into the waters, seeing life passing by, catching glimpses of, reflections gaily dancing, and reflecting upon the pier walk, thus far A time to acquire / A time for losses Wisdom in old age, it becomes a slow and painful walk, - off what has become - in time’s passing – a short pier – that has taken all seven – not to heaven – on a long, arduous journey through rough seas – old age sees the essence of life, time and space - yet throughout the journey, wonders ?, what was it ?, what is it ?, that could be, have been his place. B .J. “A” 2 November 25th 2004

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