365 Days · Poetry

106 – A Grain of Time

We get swept away in
The broad light of day

Some things grow mold
And whither and get old

But some things bloom
Or they phase like a moon

The point is that
Everything changes

As of the day it is created
Until its final day of aging

The moments inbetween
That give it all meaning

The rights of passage
We all lose sight of

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