Time Rushes By
Time, it has been said is neither enemy nor friend
It rushes by at an alarming rate to some unknown end
We can neither slow its flow nor can we accelerate it
It is its own master as it impacts one's life bit by bit
We damn it when it refuses to pause when we are late
We praise it in good times as we relish those things to celebrate
So as the clock endlessly ticks and we listen as the seconds roll by
We reflect on our lives from the beginning and the newborn baby's cry
To joyous times as we slowly search to find our place in life
To times of utter sadness filled with pain and seemingly endless strife
Finally as we reach that point in life when eyesight fades and hair turns grey
We take time to reflect and try to cherish each precious day
So time continues to rush by and we must abide by its mysterious plan
Spending each day at its mercy, living life and doing the best that we can
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