Imperfect Timing

Timing is the demise of ones perfection,
Years fly spending on their reflection.
Not wanting to overlook a single page,
It seems like days until a new age.
Hours go by as one peacefully withers,
Things vanish as life gracefully slithers.
Patience comes and patience goes,
So do options as the minutes flow.
Time is not ones enemy nor their friend,
Live every second of life like it's the end.

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