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Chloe Rappaport Crowther

October 2022
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Time
The one thing humans cannot control
The one thing we cannot bargain or convince our way out of
The one thing that we cannot beat

If only the clocks could pause
And the earth would stop its orbit
The trees would grow a little taller in our lifetime
And we would dream a little more

Time seems to crawl when we are young
Then She walks in our teen years
She proceeds to a gallop as adults
And flies still when we are old

She cannot be bound by wishes or dreams
Ropes or anchors
She doesn’t slow for anyone
And will pull you along against your will

The days will turn into weeks
The weeks to months
The months to years
Until you cannot distinguish where things went wrong

Time is gold is what we’re always told
Don’t take anything for granted
For time is precious because She is fleeting
She will not stop until we die.

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