Time
In the shadows of time
Hours, days, years pass
The clock ticks – unchanging
Measured by moments and memories
Good times and bad
Time flies by quickly—split seconds
Save it--- waste it--- watch it pass
Time slips through our fingers
And marches on too fast
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