Allotted Time
Allotted Time
Miracle Man
4/6/2024
Audible days have become as whispers,
and nights often resemble marathons.
Where once his days seemed to be etched in gold,
time’s ravenous appetite rendered bronze.
Like fruit, from a bud man starts to ripen,
taking life for granted his days descend.
Viewing hinder he encounters “what if’s,”
but his time once spent he cannot amend.
Copyright © Tom Wright | Year Posted 2024
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