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T.I.M.E. (The Infinite Measure Extinguished)**

By Tim Heerdink

T.I.M.E. (The Infinite Measure Extinguished)

Wiping off the crud from my dish
'til that sparkle once lost returns
so I can see my withered reflection
& put it away for another day.

Time waits for nothing when it draws
the sand up from your hand & out
glass each hour allowed to expire
without acknowledgement of worth.

Don't steal this precious currency from me
when every time I close a lid,
my children are bigger
& eventually won't need my hand.

We all want to live forever,
but what does forever mean
when everything you need
is always out of reach?







Article © Tim Heerdink. All rights reserved.
Published on 2021-11-15
Image(s) are public domain.
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