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Time

Lone spectator in the audience
Watching the movie of life unfold
Your hands keep moving
To the beat of your heart

Watching babies cry
And teenagers mature
Counting gray hairs on our heads
And the number of wrinkles on our skin

Innocent wonder is lost
To anger and vapid worry
Days, months and years pass by
As you keep a faithful watch

This game of hide and seek goes on
You think it is childs play
Time you cannot bind me
For I am fearless and free

Like a gullible fool you standby
As the body withers and dies
Well, If you think you have won the game
It is you who will be put to shame!

© copyright skm, 26th Dec, 2012

 

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  1. January 11, 2013 at 4:07 am

    growth includes pain and sadness.
    vivid story lines.

  2. A.B. Thomas
    January 13, 2013 at 3:32 pm

    aye all too true, exceptional piece

  3. January 19, 2013 at 5:33 am

    thoughtful.

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