Time marches on!
Time transcends into our lives.
We either have too much
Or emptiness seems to thrive
Into all the such and such
That envelopes our essence.
How do we hit “refresh”?
Wouldn’t it be sweet
If we could set back the clocks
To give us days and weeks
Years and decades to rock
Our world into submission?
We are left in derision…
Too much times on our hands
Can be useless and boring.
Not enough time lands
Us in chaos, soaring
Us into obsession
Or hopeless depression.
The system doesn’t seem fair.
How did it become so flawed?
We really have to care
On the seconds we trod
Upon that add up to nothing.
No one, no hope, no feelings, nothing.
A silent death
That steals the rest
Of our shining essence.
You guessed it!
We have wasted away bit by bit.
By Deborah A. Bowman
BowmanAuthor and Writer/Editor 
So true and lovingly written. ❤️
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