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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