Roll the Tape
How quickly does time pass
once slow-motion frames
as if in pause
with little to no fast forward
now ache the focus in rewinds and hold;
stilled in some interlude surreal
with wonder and awe
of life's motion-picture show,
amazement
at the years gone
now remembered
on the screen of life.
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