The Passing of Time




Time is but an abstraction

A name to call this thing

That passes from our hands

And leaves itself untouched


It wanders through our world

The present and the past

Our lives are so aligned with it

That we are not untouched


For time will always be

The judge to rule our days

For we allow the concept hold

And fear it passing on.


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