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Jul 2018
I'm no poet,
And this is no poem,
But it is my plea to the world.
Years have gone by
Giving way to months
Months have gone by
Giving way to days
Days have gone by
Giving way to hours
Hours have gone by
Giving way to seconds
I am in a predicament,
Thinking and thinking
If I have done justice to the time
The time bestowed upon me
By the creator
I wish pendulum of the clock
Stops just for a moment
So that I can reflect back to my past
But then again it matters
‘What we are as of now’
I think it’s time
I stop dwelling about the past
And start living in the present
Fully alive,
And fully aware.
Written by
TheWriterInMe  20/F
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