Time
We kill it
Time
We kill it
We waste it
Then we regret it
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An all-encompassing entity
That rips at our very core
Then satisfies with sweet memories
A blaze of brilliant light
And a ball of deepest darkness
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Nostalgia for those days of old
Hits hard the mind
And prices the soul
Like an indefinable high
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The playing of a song
From those old, school days
Meeting an acquaintance after decades
It all rushes back like floodwaters
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There may be a longing
To regain what cannot be regained
And a sadness by its side
But take comfort in recalling
The joy that was once your time
About the Creator
Jason A
Writer, photographer and graphic design enthusiast with a professional background in journalism, poetry, e-books, model photography, portrait photography, arts education and more.
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