Time Escapes Us
What is it like to be on your death bed?
To know you have little time left,
how do you cope with your inevitable end?
We should all know,
but we don't.
we are all dying,
and our time is withering
away in our hands,
out of our grasp,
and into the ground
and one day we will have to join it.
What a harsh reality.
You can't get time back.
It's not recyclable like
air or water,
it's forever continuing on without us,
it can never be re-created
But we always recreate the memories,
and sometimes the bittersweet remembrances
are what make the beautiful times shatter
and makes us realize that time continues on,
and we can't put it back together.
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