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Feb 2019
Time.
Time has taken away so many things in this life but what is its greatest theft?

It has already stolen away the inhales and the exhales that I have left.

It has taken away the lives of some that I wasn't ready  to lose.

It has stolen away my childhood and certainly the days of my youth.

It has taken away my peace and quiet and left me with chaos inside my head.

It has stolen away the words I wake up sweating and mumbling in my bed.

I won't allow it to take my freedom because when I am free that's when I am really me.

And when I am really me is when my heart, my spirt and my soul smile so beamingly.

I like when I feel a smile on my lips instead of my usual frown.

Time is what we make of it for ourselves, and before the sands of time have all run down...

I won't let time to steal away, my alone time that I crave and have rightly earned.

In my truck all by myself just looking around through eyes of so much learned.

Time,

if you take me away,
you take my breath and steal from me the alone time that I seek?

As I fade away,
my tears will be plenty that stream unrelenting down my cheeks.
Written by
The Concrete Poet  M
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