From There to Here.

Where does the time go?
How did we get from there to here?

Where do the days go?
Scurrying across the main road,
dodging the traffic,
they wear themselves out
as they rush towards sunset
and the dream of rest.

Where do the years go?
Proudly they built a story,
things done and not done,
an unopened book
which carries the hopes and dreams
of soft little lives

Where does a life go?
Swept along in the current
Of an endless stream,
Memory takes root
And clings to the comfort
Of a fading past.

In the stillness of an empty room
the clock ticks.



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