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Time Travel

I was fifty-three this morning,

But I feel so much older now,

Having lived a lifetime in a day.

 

It started like a thousand others,

Time suddenly skipped a track,

Everyone I know is dead and gone-

 

I didn’t even get to say goodbye.

I never knew that time was precious,

This morning was a hundred years ago.

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ian-beckett
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Dec 2, 2012
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