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Nov 2013
Time is a very interesting thing.
Everyone has a limit on their time.
Some use it all, others get it stolen.
Most of it is luck, like a flipping dime.

Heads or tails, life or death.
It reveals a question.
Do you want to live? Or...
do you want to give up?

Most will say time moves too fast.
Some will say time moves too slow.
But living in the moment,
will allow time to tick.

Everyone wishes that they had more time.
But somewhere on a shelf is a tool.
This tool is predetermined and won't change.
The sands in the glass keep falling, like rain into a pool.

All Life Has Meaning.
So care for it all,
like a parent rearing.
Don't let the time of earth fall.
Xander B
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Xander B  United States
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