Past time is present inside of us,
So there's no need to re-visit it in any other way,
These memories of time gone by,
Echo within through an outward sentimental sigh
Of nostalgia, when the time goes by.
Take time to take time in your hands,
Admire it, but not for too long;
Respond to its precious life like stance,
As it slowly slips away beyond your grasp,
While the time goes, memories last.
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