where does the time go?
slipping through the cracks
never to come back,
passing while we sleep,
while we work,
while we play,
spent on today
and wasted on yesterday.
there always seems to be more
never in short supply,
until suddenly we realize
there isn’t.
It Seemed Important at the Time... 
Well written.
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