365 Days · Poetry

167 – Time

It seems like time is running
Screaming away from me
But towards something else
Concurrently it takes me
To love and away from it
Socks me with a forceful hit
And reminds me that this bit
Will be over before I know it
Regardless of my excitement
I enjoy, and pine, and mourn
For something that dies well
Before it has ever been born
Time is that which giveth and
Is also that which taketh away

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