Time Stops For No One
The old man stood in front of the mirror.
The reflection whispered,
“Oh, how long it’s been.”
He was perplexed; it seems
as if over night he aged 50 years.
He wondered where the years had gone.
He looks deep into his heavenly eyes,
they harbor anguish, but also bliss.
He digs deeper, looking for precious moments,
times that took his breath away.
Then, finally, it all comes
rushing back. It surges through
his body. His thoughts, his
memories, his ideas, freed!
After being trapped they
flow out like a raging river roaring
over the waterfall.
His lips widen into a huge smile.
Life had returned to him.
Time kept going but he finally caught up.
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