Time

by Beatriz Zamora   Mar 3, 2006


That which repeats,
goes around in a circle.
you cannot see where it stops or starts, for you are just a mortal
always too much, never enough
sometimes you need less, sometimes you run out
always keeps going,
never does any loaning
to those of our kind
who are always left behind.

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