today becomes the past
all the time that drifts away
never to gain it back
I need to slow this freight train down
and savor all that's there
taste the honey's nectar
exploring all that's here
how do we stop the time that floats?
as it loudly ticks away
keeping this precious time we've got
before it's yesterday
Poetry by M.J.B. is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License.
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