Wed, 04/06/2016 - 00:35 -- evepag




I cannot stop time.

I can see it.

I can hear it. 

I can feel it.

Time makes me cry when it passes and when it arrives,

Time makes me laugh and sigh as I remember it's signs.

Time greets me on  

a clock

a sandy stone

my wrinkled hands

my waivering memory.

Time is my caretaker, my babysitter, my godparent, my savior, my condemer 

Time shows me no mind.

Time never slows for me to catch up

Time never warns me

Time never encourages


Time is steady and honest

Time will be there always

Time is precious 

Time is what I need

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