Lifetime - Poem by Wayne Bowen
Always slow when it first begins,
then runs fast at journey's end.
Faster and faster it feeds on time,
taking fuel from body and mind.
Like a mantis feeds on prey, it
drains the body day by day.
Not a race to see who won,
a race to see what good was done.
Knowing when the end is near,
there is nothing left to fear.
Body and mind can't keep this pace,
no more reason to run this race.
But pray to leave without sins,
knowing time will always win.
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