Edwina Reizer (12/22/1937 / LAKEWOOD, NJ)
Time's An Illusion
Time moves slowly until you look back.
The past was a runaway train.
Carrying with it so much of your life
that's impossible to explain.
But time's an illusion in this 3-D world
and reality becomes obscured.
And everything that was part of your past
is a picture of how you endured.
As we age short term memory wanes
but long time memory stays.
I hold on tight to those long ago things.
Who cares what I ate yesterday?
While awaiting something that's in my future
I wish that train would move fast.
So I guess it's best to slow myself down.
'Cause even that won't last.
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