Time passes
dwindles away
and I let it go
as ashes in the wind.
It does not matter.
They say time is money
build things over time
time is of the essence
and I believed it.
In the mirror
I look at an old man
can it be me?
the child that still lies behind?
all the things I’ve done
tired to think of them
have all added up
to where I am now
and where they are not.
the time is now
dwindles away
and I let it go
as ashes in the wind.
It does not matter
It’s been so long
since I have done that.
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