My stress! My anxiety! My calm!
O the ticking of the clock,
The passage of the meter.
Who’s there to speed up time when everything is wrong?
Who’s there to slow the minutes when joy reaches its peak?
O time! O hours! O regime!
To hold you in my hand, the rhythm of the world.
The week will never end, yet the months have flown by.
The deadline snuck behind me, with so much to do.
O month! O year! O eternity!
Now all is a big blur.
For me, the memory is here—for me, the time is gone.
For the lonely, time does suffer them—ALL seems to have moved on.
Stop the clock! Rush the day. Where did the time go?
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The Passage of Time
by Stephanie Daich
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