It Was Always Time Poem by puti ira
It Was Always Time
it was always time
time, time, time
today, tomorrow,
getting to work on time
knowing when to be where on time
counting days, hours, minutes
seconds just to catch up to
one fleeting moment
every single day
and forgetting all sorrows
just for a pinch of happier memory
that went away in a flash
and was no more
but fading images in a
still chasing mind...
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