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Apr 2016
Does not stand still
People think  it's not a big deal
Just something measured by a clock
Tic-Tock
  
No matter what you do it cannot be blocked
It never stops
and cannot be stopped
It will never halt
It has never been seen
Embedded into our genes
It's presence we should be aware
It lingers in the air  
You know it's there
It has such importance
Then why is it so distorted

In a flash of  light
it is night
Before you know it
we are grown
Then the questions
How much of it was blown?
How much of it did I spend on the phone ?
Why did I spend so much of it alone ?
Did I spend enough of it with my own ?

Then we go to our grave
Where there will be no more
Time
and
None remains
!!
Mark Tilford
Written by
Mark Tilford  Louisville ky
(Louisville ky)   
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