I am Here
I don’t have many things to say
Just so many things to do
Not enough hours in a day
With every second passing
Time is being used
How you spend it really doesn’t matter because in the end
You’ll lose it anyway
Time is winding down
And it doesn’t stop for warfare, pain,
Or heartache
Every day I am
Aging
Maturing
Withering
Decaying
And in the end like, just like living,
Death will take me as it has all the others
So I learned a long time ago to never try and reverse time
Because it’s all the moments in the middle that matter
These hours are ample
And I will use each granted hour to my advantage
Because for now I am here
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