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The Enemy

The Enemy By: Tom Wright 2/22/03 In our despair, time appears, always to creep, and during enjoyable hours, time appears to rush. There's no escape, to heavens high or oceans deep, for both the animate and inanimate, time will crush. Time, appears to crawl on velvety paws, being stealth, and finite, for we have both inception and end. Nor does time separate, between poverty or wealth, even used wisely, we shan't see our days extend. Never borrowed, bought, bartered, or sold, time makes no resolutions, being void of feelings. It is said time is saved by the foolish and bold, in it's use each day, in thought and dealings. While I grapple with concepts, dawn hours creep I hold, perchance, that this necessitates haste. Harkening for velvety footsteps, absent a peep, as Time, the enemy of all, is laying me waste.

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