those grains of sand,
time marking time marking time,
nobody knows the time,
no body cares for the time,
yet it marks our passage
we are told when to start and stop,
neither point is ever our choice,
we are the heories of time
and the losers of time because
we have not learned to control it,
it passes us by regardless of of cares
listens not to our memories or
the stories they have told to generations,
time moves forward relentlessly,
we could care less about its passage
or the time that it keeps about us;
is the time known by anyone?
our sons and daughters
family and friends and some
oof our neighbors wonder what
we are doing with the time we have
as we spend it carelessly and
without consideration for its brevity,
we measure everything by time
it never stands still for reflection
and we never care what it does
other than it consistently passes.
April 13, 2015
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