once upon a time

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We wonder where it goes,
where it flows, this enigma called time.
One moment that callow youth.
Then suddenly, as if awakened
from slumber, we stare down the years.

Noting the good and bad times are all
distance memories, lying fallow in our mind.
Yesterdays time demanded respect instead,
we spent time, killing time.

Never believing that time itself it would kill us.
All we can do is accept ourselves.
Strive to be the best we can be:-
In the remains of time.

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