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The Passage of Time


Time     passes

Quickly

the clock ticks

Away 

roll the days.

 

A child is born

Eyes open wide and she take in the world

Days turn to weeks

to months

to years.

She grows and learns and

time passes

Quickly

 

She is off to college

growing, learning, studying

trying to keep up,

to become successful,

to become somebody.

Long days and late nights come and go.

The clock ticks away.

Quickly

 

She starts a life for herslef,

entering the work world,

the adult world,

the real world.

Busy street and bustling bodies swirl around her

as if she has been placed in the center of a hetic hurricane.

She works, starts a family, tries to keep up as time passes

Quickly

 

She has aged.

Wrinkles spread across her skin 

and her blonde hair has greyed.

She sits back and watches,

cars rush past like the seconds

people dash by like the minutes.

She wonders where it goes

and how it goes so quickly.

She realizes that despite her greatest attempts to keep up

 

Time        passed

Quickly

the clock ticked

Away

rolled the minutes.

 

 

 

 

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