Speaking To Time
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Sandra Feldman
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Time,
You are my Enemy,
My consumer, the past,
Of a life that will not last,
In fleeting seconds you consume,
The fire and strength of youth,
You cause desire to become withered,
And of no use.
Time,
Present is so fleeting,
Moments of happiness,
Like Ice, sleeting.
Time,
Future always uncertain,
Waiting for the closing curtain.
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