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How does one truly examine Time... one poet's attempt |
| The passage of time A wondrous thing Following no rules we discern At once so fast Eluding our grasp Escapes notice as clocks turn Then ponderously slow, Wishing it would move From this time to the next Still moment there are That stop altogether Forever captured in heart and mind These defy even time Perfection stored That our souls may bind We cannot grasp Nor even know The sand that will flow Only time will tell Its purpose its own Our destinies carried along And yet we mark Each new day Souls open to the song As morning breaks So hearts awake We are fascinated again with the passage of time |