The progression of time, a calm tide,
Conveying minutes we can’t stow away.
Hours go to days, then, at that point, long stretches of time,
Filling our lives with delight and fears.
What’s temporary today might endure tomorrow,
However we can’t keep down time’s distress.
It courses through us, a steady stream,
Molding our reality, similar to a far off dream.
Afterward, we learn and develop,
The progression of time, we come to be aware.
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