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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I write as a way of life: stories, blogs, articles, almost-poems. I'm a freelancer, a vegetarian, and I listen to Leonard Cohen and enjoy French films. We are dying a little more with each new day we live, so shouldn't we make the most of our time?
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Woo, I feel that. We are so often denied the chance to take time to savor the moment…
Love the flow of this too!
“But at my back I always hear
Time’s wingèd chariot hurrying near”…..
If only that blasted clock would listen to our plea…
wow so beautiful and intense! i love it! thank you for such inspiring work