Hold On, Time

winter thorn flower snow

Time take not my hand.
Run not with me so.
I want to grow old one day at a time,
I want to stop and pant,
not speed on.
I’d rather stumble on the way
on the treadmill of fate
than run straight
from 9 to 5
toward the finish line.

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