Time? Poem by soren Barrett
Time?
On the face of time are two hands
although different both are right
they are left, to mark falling sands
Neither tells day from night
In circles, time does flow,
both hands in the same direction
When time's bad, cobwebs Grow,
when good, as fast as a mirror's reflection
what is long, so Quick does go
Both pass where the other has been
What is short is so slow
Both end where they begin
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