Prisoner Of Time
Prisoner Of Time
Miracle Man
4/21/2024
At birth, each became,
a prisoner of time.
Our sentence diminished,
with each clock chime.
Hopefully, the time we served,
wrung from us our best.
That we showed gratitude,
for being highly blessed.
As for day’s that have passed,
we can’t recapture or reshape.
And we realize that death,
becomes life’s only escape.
That the sentence each served,
was all that each savored.
And we left life feeling,
blessed and highly favored.
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