Where has time gone,
Since last I checked.
As a child time seemed to stand still,
And days would never end
Hours, once rolling slowly like billowing clouds in the sky,
Are now like raging waters in a river of time.
Where has time gone,
Since last I stopped to reflect upon
My image in the mirror.
Time, not as far as it is near,
Seems to hide in the lines of my face;
Creating an image I almost don’t recognize,
But must embrace.
Where has time gone,
Since last I turned the page;
Dust, enveloping this old book is the story of my life.
And, as the narrator begins to depart
I desperately grasp at the pages
Before they fall apart.
But it is now too late –
The story is finished;
And as the day has becomes night
I am simply placed upon the shelf of time;
Becoming lost in an ever expanding sea of books –
Indistinguishable from all the others;
For if I had distinguished myself from another
I would not have been the story, but the author.
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