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No time…
to start over again
my hair’s gray and growing thin.
My eyes once bright, now dim,
years too short, time’s too slim.
No time…
to gather the harvest
growing in the field
my bodies worn out and days still.
No time…
to enjoy the youth I once knew
memories scattered and a jumbled muse.
No time…
to weep for all my wrongs
cannot take back things long gone.
No time…
to erase words said wrong
cannot turn the pages back to where I long.
Year spent…
cannot be retrieved
take time, relax and breathe.