Time

poem by: E.J. Waling
Written on Dec 19, 2019 

Time,
a dwindling
commodity.
Precious.
Most precious
of all.
Taken for
granted.
Daily,
increasing in
value.
Increasing in
scarcity.
Slipping through
the grasp.
Cannot
be held.
Cannot
be saved.
Cannot
be controlled.
Relentless
in its
pursuit.
Reaching
for more,
futile.
Looking
back,
squandered,
disrespected.
If only.
Cannot
get it back.
Bane
of the
aged.
Lost.
Daily dissipation.
Pushing
against
inevitably.
Pushing
against
a lost cause.
Time,
a dwindling
commodity,
most
 valuable 
of all.

 

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