And so

Time

Marches on.

 

Here’s the thing

About

Time.  

 

It has a

Big ego.  

 

It thinks

It’s untouchable,

    Unstoppable,

        Invincible—

That it can

Just quickly

     Whiz on by

        And go wherever it may please

Like white dandelion petals

Dancing in the spring breeze.

 

Time,

Though,

Hasn’t

Accounted for the

Power

Of the

Heart.

 

The heart

Works its

Magic

And

     Freezes

Time

In the

     Wee

Hours

As Saturday night

Collides

With Sunday morning

While

Old friends

Finally

Sit together

Once again

And

Laugh

As they

Remember

That

Funny

Moment which life bore

A

Decade

Ago.

 

Time

     Halts

At life’s

Latest

Intersection

Where

Paths are

Crossed

By old pals

For the first time

In years,

And

Minutes

Suddenly move

Forward

     And

Backwards

All

At

Once.

 

Sure,

Time

Marches

On

       Relentlessly

Like a soldier

In the

Armed forces,

But

The heart

Preserves

The beautiful

Meaning

Of all the moments

That

Decorate

Life’s winding courses.

 

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