The Hands of Time

Your hands, they work like

The hands of someone who

Always has something

To say.

You heed no one’s pleas

And race ahead as though

You always have somewhere to be

We are helpless in your shadow

Left standing with lives, incomplete

And still you race forward, as though

You are afraid, we will someday

Learn to outrun you

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