Time (2)

Feb16a 039

Groan and complain

of the onrush of time,

merciless marching of months.

Days that flash past,

clocks tick too fast,

fatality waits at the end.

 

Recall all that happened,

insignificant, grand;

adventures, travels and friends.

No day makes its way

to the abyss ahead

without offering its hours to be filled.

Nyborg 2016

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