time is unforgiving…
she takes unrelentlessly.
she never gives back.
we can only hope she
pays it forward.
our misguided attempts to manipulate her–
to extend the happiest times…
to cut off the saddest–
are met with failure.
our only hope
for outwitting time;
Our only prayer
for eluding the hands of time
is
our fleeting memory.
we take pride in the victories of our memories.
we try hard to remember.
we gladly trade the reality of the present…
to live in the past.
we hope our memory captures the
warmest,
most happy,
most satisfying,
moments in time.
still time can be an insidious vindictive enemy;
she can be so ravenous a thief;
with such insatiable hunger that eventually even our memory
fails us.
days pass,
months fade,
years go by.
and no matter how hard we try
we cannot
save her.
she is impatient..
she waits for no one.
she is up…she will run out…
for time can fly.
you will never have her: time.
strangely…
if you take advantage of her…
she will be on your side.
waste her &
she will pass you by.
so take your time.
…till next time…
or
time for time out…
or
its about that time…
or
the end.
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