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TIME - MOVES - EVER - ON - """"""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""" WRITTEN BY S.C. MITCHELL SEPTEMBER 2014. Time moves ever on - sometimes swiftly - like a deer leaping over Fields and valleys - wide eyed - as if to flee from baying hounds - and Unrelenting fear - or maybe - ambling at a seeming lesser pace - like a Gentle lapping stream - where calm is felt - refreshing tired limbs and Weary souls - within its harmony of Peace and grace . Oh Time - meandering in the subconscious - and yet - still ticking on as Mankind sleeps the night away - if that should be - or yet - for some those Hours may be passed in dance and revelry - while yet again - for those Whose lives are in a different realm - of sorrow's grip - or suffering - each Tick only exaggerates the loss - or physical - Relentless pain . The world goes on - one moment at a time - for many gripped by toil and clammy Sweat - they pass each hour away - longing for the homeward trek - by bus or train - While others wait - locked in the queues of metal frames - bumper to hood - with Hundreds likewise - each alone - within their thoughts of home and rest - beyond The tedium and the endless humdrum of survival - work and Gain - and stress . But - there are those for whom - time passes in a joyous wave of pleasantry - with Melodies entwined in laughter - love and life - like children happy in their play - or fond Embrace of loving man and wife - each savouring the moment - relishing it as of a Treasured find - but yet - unable to contain its preciousness - by holding it in Onward - ever passing time - as - like a grain of sand - it silently slips and Fades away - as through an ever open - Outstretched hand . """"""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""" This poem slightly digresses from my usual form of thinking , but as I was musing on the passing of time these words unfolded to capture my thoughts .. However , I know that once written down , they too will pass into the realm of yesterday , because Time stands still for no-one .. So my friends , let us relish each moment as it comes and goes for this moment will be no more . God bless you all Stella >< Vote for this poem
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