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Time’s Passing
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A Poem
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We are mortals.
The blood that spills and the heart that breaks living, dying proof of it.
Time is so very limited.
Who knows how much we’ll each see to come?
To come and go,
Time does not wait.
And it only makes me dwell on this very fact.
That only when we come to finally know each other truly,
It will be time to leave everything that ever passed.
Time watches us greedily,
We have something that it does not.
And yet, Time still has the upper hand.
With every tick of the clock,
I know that that is one less tick I shall hear.
One less moment I stand here.
Scary, isn’t it?
That however long we are here,
It still won’t be enough for me to show you all the different ways I shall love, hug, miss you.
But not so scary when you think of it.
That however short our stay is,
