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TIME ON MY HANDS
There are so many things to do
and so little time to do them.
The clock is relentless,
hands spinning ‘round,
seeming to move swifter
with each passing second.
If I could recapture all I’ve let escape
I would have a lifetime.
Day and nights of nothingness
Or were they?
Daydreams
and those in the dark,
shared and secret,
some coming true,
but mostly,
just dreams.
Thoughts and bright ideas
Racing through my mind.
Things I knew I should do,
but put off until tomorrow
or forever.
Love and feelings wasted
(but, that can’t be)
Love or a feeling can’t go to waste.
Only never known or shown.
The people I’ve met,
The few I really knew,
Some learned from,
Some taught.
All of those
I’ve never met
and never will.
Who were they?
I’ll never know.
The countless times
I have seen
the moon and stars,
the blazing sun
in a blue cloudless sky
and rainy days.
The times I didn’t look
or even
draw back the curtain
to reveal
the wonder and beauty
of the world.
The smiles and laughter
at times to be polite
but usually genuine.
The pain and tears
that are always
too genuine.
The time on my hands
I so boldly brush away,
knowing full well
that this might be
my very last day.
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