There is no pressure for us to deal, Almost scary, but yet so real..
Within this calm, this moment of time, One can form words or rhyme..
Seconds go by, ticking away, Priceless moments, of each day.
Time to reflect, reflect I say, As we close, yet another day.
On the wall, hangs a clock, It tries to tell us time.
Immersed in word, even rhyme, we're to busy, to notice time..
Fleeting thoughts, come and go, The fire burns, and leaves a glow.
I will return again to this space, for time here, has no place.
©LaPoint, F. 2007
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