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Lost Time

Make the Most of Today

By Daniel ColePublished 7 years ago 1 min read
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The minutes stole away from me, I pressed to slow it down

I wanna thank my lucky stars but don't recognize this town

I tore away at the midnight sky just to see a new sunrise

Praying for another day just to stare into your eyes

There were things I didn't know, like the weight of it all

Just as the heavens pledged the stars they would never fall

But then I turned my head and saw that you were not around

I was taking in the desert air, but felt I was gonna drown

Looking back to younger days, I thought I shot the moon

Now it seems, to me at least, I counted up too soon

All the tricks you had to play, and never dare let up

Here I sit drenched in sweat, trying to empty this cup

Thinking himself a wiser fox, the kit was never taught

Places where he shouldn't run and things he shouldn't ought

The minutes stole away from me all I've ever known

I guess that's just the way of things til I'm called back home

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About the Creator

Daniel Cole

Author and artist, I'm finding my spirit again late in life. Old passions for poetry borne of love, loss, hope and pain, things with which everyone is familiar.

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