Time Is Of The Essance Poem by Damien Weber

Time Is Of The Essance



The days pass from one to another
coming and going as the melting snow
days turn to weeks and weeks turn to months
the clock spins faster with every passing second
you cant rewind the past
you cant speed up the future
sometimes all you can do is press play

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Damien Weber

Damien Weber

saginaw, michigan
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