Mark Russell Poet Narrative

Time Marches On

Time marches on as the sun begins to set
I see what I want and what I did get
It seems that the minutes turn into hours
The day becomes what time devours.

The colors across the sky are quite inspiring 
As I take a seat I think of retiring
The days are so full and go by so fast
The first one seems to blend into the last.

I don’t always accomplish all that I try
Still time races another day has gone by
I guess tomorrow I shall try once again
Maybe this time with the help from a friend.

I try to sit down and take it slow
But I always wonder where the time goes
If I only had a little more time
The hands keep on spinning the clock unwinds.

I try not to put anything off until tomorrow
I put a down payment on what I had borrowed
Sometimes you may not get a second chance
It all may disappear in a single glance.

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