Merciless the hours move by me
As insignificant I watch them go.
I cannot stand across them yelling no,
Yet were that a possibility
I would encourage them to stop and see
The seeds they planted germinate and grow.
Because I try to stem that tide, I know
Just how intense a minute lived can be
When it is spent with you. Oh, it is vain
To seek to slow the impetus of time,
Which will sweep on, a second in a second.
But if a poem freezes in a rhyme
The instant that it was conceived and reckoned,
In this my time with you will live again.
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