Time
Time.
Where does it go?
To one it seems fast.
To another, slow.
It cannot be stopped, nor rearranged.
Fortunate or not, it cannot be changed.
To waste it or not is what we choose.
But it is one thing none can afford to lose.
Once lost, time cannot be found,
from below the sea, or higher ground.
A gift from God is what time is.
Like life and love and liberties.
Run from it, but you cannot hide.
Time will catch you in its time.
Terminal. Infinite. Mortal. Eternal.
Time.
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