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        The Hour Glass

                     I.

Before we ever fully Live

  Death too often Takes

All there ever was to Give

  Caring not the Stakes

                    ~

In a world we never chose as Ours

  We try to make a Point

We try to Fit inside its Hours

  We try to make a Choice

                    ~

Time cares not our own Agenda

  —Has no Respect for Beauty

The Earth rotates without Direction

  But we, Direction Choosing

                    ~

Go about our Way with Might

  Just to have a Part

In this Blade we all call Life

  And that, is our only Art.

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                        II.

The Page Commands what we Say

  Our Sky, how tall we Grow

Our Eyes, how far we dare to See

  Our Mind, how much we Know

                        ~

Our Heart is Here, to only confuse

  The Order and length of Happiness

And at the Core, we're all abused

  By our own flooding carelessness.

                        ~

The Age Demands what we Say

  The Wind, the ease of Direction

And in the Eve of every Day

  We heal from Time's Dissection.

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                        III.

In Leisure touch the Greatest Thoughts

  —Songs, so Pure and Free—

How dare we move about so fast—

  And Limit what we See!—

                        ~

How dare the Clock Mock the Time

  With its Calculated Movements

For it knows not the Meter and Rhyme

  Of our Own Precious Moments.

        

                                                    May 7th 2022

                                                 St. Augustine, FL