The Hours
It's time
seconds slipping by
minutes in the hurry fly
hours in hesitation's wait
days lost of work and play gait
weeks gathered in forty hours
ends on Saturdays and Sundays showers
months strecthed into seasonal displays
years aging graying in the fray
decades passed quick away
time compresses all life's flowers
down to the present now in hours.
Copyright © Dm Babbit | Year Posted 2019
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