Shards


The clock ticks silently
Amidst a crowd of statues.
Their faces are frozen,
Their bodies paused,
Reminders of the value of time.
Those still in their prime stroll by
With barely a glance.
Still inexperienced,
They will only know loss when it comes.
Time is forever gone
For those frozen.
Some have wasted their lifetimes,
Wishing for the material possessions
They never had,
Overlooking love and opportunity.
Some have made use of their time,
Eternally grateful for their successes.
Remembered forever,
They will live on in memory.

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