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Time tip toes around us

we barely notice where it goes or when it came and went 

thirty years ago is nothing but a blink 

so much to rue,

so many time stamps unpressed in to the face of my memoirs book 

it silently held me captive, distracted and absorbed

not in its passing but preservation

the more I tried to save it, 

the less of it I had 

time just flew past me dancing while I labored 

laughing while railed

racing while I struggled 

and if I could capture time in a very real way,

I would hold it hostage 

and not let it rush about so quickly and let others savour it 

but in all these machinations of time

I have only lost more of it 

if you’re anything like me

you’re wasting it on people, places and things that 

don’t really matter.