Some Thoughts About Time

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It never ceases flowing,
Moving on and on.
We can’t control the pace,
Just only float along.

It flows around us invisibly,
Like the summer breeze.
We can feel it moving,
But it will never ease.

It defies all definition.
We know it makes us older.
It controls the pace of life,
And confuses the beholder.

Sometimes it flows fast,
Sometimes it flows slow,
Eventually we all wonder,
Where did it all go?





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