Time, running away,
Blind to the blessings of each new day.
It begins.
It ends.
It begins again.

Time, running out,
Asking again, "What's it all about?"
Moving too slow.
Life moves too fast.
What's happening?
Just a repeat of the past.

Time, running down,
In the middle struggling to get out.
Too bad,
There's nothing left to do.
Time has run out.

Time, gone.

Words Copyright © 2000 J.L. Hunter

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