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Apr 2020
Dear ever moving shackles
You have conquered many castles
You have ended many battles
No matter how hard I fight
You will remain finite
You could come to an end tonight

You are much like a snowball on a hill
You begin life oh so small, a crawling pace
Life drags along and we wish only to be old
We toss aside the present in blind disappointment
Before we have time to stop and live
You keep moving as Iā€™m to drop dead

It feels like just yesterday I was happy
It feels like just yesterday was years ago
I still must hesitate to waste you
Only when I am elderly will I appreciate you

You keep moving forward
I am still a coward
I have achieved no honor
No hope has yet been offered
I waste time faster
Then it could ever run from me
Far I have travelled
Little I have gone
Fast I have ran
Slow I have moved
Written by
Noah Thibault
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